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BOOK: Flying Solo..... Chapter 1...... Rachel White... 7:03 a.m.....
Rachel lay in bed, reading, waiting until the last possible minute when she absolutely had to put down her book and get out of bed.
Many people believe that it is the air passing under the wings that supports the plane as it flies, she read. In fact, it is the air passing over the wings that provides the lift that keeps the airplane in the air.
"Rachel!" Mom yelled. "C'mon gal, shake a leg!"
Rachel sighed and looked up from her book at the posters around her bedroom. Amelia Earhart. Charles Lindbergh. Sally Ride. John Glenn. It was hard to believe they had to go to school, too.
Rachel swung her legs out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. She didn't look forward to school much these last six months. There wasn't much to enjoy, except Mr. Fabiano.
He was by far the greatest teacher she had ever had. Smart and funny. And simply gorgeous, with black-black eyes that could always find a place deep inside her. She had a crush on him, all right, not that she was alone. Most of the other sixth-grade girls had crushes on "Mr. Fab."
She would never call him that nickname. No way. It made her think of Fab laundry detergent. She would always think of him as Mr. Fabiano.
Rachel leaned forward to wash her face with cold water. She brushed her teeth, rinsed her mouth, and cleared her throat.
The guttural sound startled her. There was a hint of her voice in that sound and she had not heard her voice in the past six months.
She remembered the day it happened. Tommy Feathers, a kid in her class, had brought to class some raspberry pies he'd made at his parents' bakery. Tommy had brought a wedge of pie for everyone, but put the biggest piece of on her desk.
Tommy smiled at her. He had a rather big head, and a annoying habit of humming loudly in class. he was a little slow-already he had been kept back twice, so he was two years older than everybody else in sixth grade. It was no secret that he was in love with her. Every day he tried to give her cards, stories, seashells, and now this huge chunk of raspberry pie. She tried not to be mean, but sometimes he really got on her nerves.
I WANNA WATCH SHOWS SO I'LL HAVE TO FINISH, LIKE, 21 ( I COUNTED ) MORE PARAGRAPHS LATER, I LOST MY MOTIVATION.....