Tre heard footsteps. Someone was following him. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. He began to quicken his pace, hoping that whoever was behind him wouldn’t notice, but at last he gave in to a run.
Tre is afraid.
“You don’t know what you’re missing,” Jimesha shouted into the phone over the loud music of the party. “Nah, I’m too tired,” Amber said. “Well, suit yourself, but you’ll be sorry,” Jimesha replied.
Jimesha wants Amber to come to the party.
Rubin dug frantically through his backpack. It has to be here, he thought. How many times had his mother told him not to take his iPad to school. He searched his locker again without much hope. He knew he was in trouble.
Rubin is looking for his Ipad
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