Values & Virtues
In tae kwon do, I love it when I take a kick to the head, or when some guy punches me in the chest. When I can take some other guy's hit, it makes me feel tough. But there are always moves I stop myself from using, because they are frowned upon in my sport. Tonight I am free to win any way I can. With any move I see open to me.
Mes mains se mettent à trembler, tout mon corps vibre. Et mon cœur bat à grands coups. J'ai l'impression d'avoir frôlé la mort!
My mom would kill me if she knew I was this close to the flooding creek, but I was desperate.
I heard footsteps crunching on the gravel path. My heart pounded. I was about to be caught doing the dumbest thing I had ever done. Well, maybe not the dumbest. There was that whole slime-mold experiment last summer. We couldn't use our bathtub for a month.
I made one last grab for my hat.
Matt was momentarily stunned, but he bounced up quickly, wiping the trickle of blood from the side of his mouth.
One look at the hard-nosed, sneering Grant Jackson standing above him told Matt no apology was forthcoming. "Just remember, rook," Grant hissed quietly. "I'm the starting point guard on this team."
Koppel plunked the meat grinder down on the table.
"Tell her what you told me," he said.
Yetta rolled her eyes. "Oy vey, he's talking to a meat grinder."
"Tell her!" shouted Koppel.
The meat grinder was silent.
"Does it know any chicken jokes?" Yetta giggled. "It sings 'My Yiddishe Mama' maybe?"
