More Leads Use the Notes I gave you to try and identify the Type of Lead used in each example. Work with a partner. The Last Treasure By: Janet S. Anderson It is night, just after midnight on June 8. Somewhere in the Midwest on a rickety bed in a cheap motel, a boy who never dreams is dreaming. His dream is crazy, and he thrashes
restlessly, trying even in his sleep to shake it into sense. Miles away, almost half the country away, in a tract house in a California town, a girl who dreams too often is sinking into nightmare. Shes had other nightmares, but this one is different. This one is worse. Gathering Blue By: Lois Lowry Mother? There was no reply. She hadnt expected one. Her mother had been
dead now for four days, and Kira could tell that the last of the spirit was drifting away. Chasing Vermeer By: Blue Balliett On a warm October night in Chicago, three deliveries were made in the same neighborhood. A plump tangerine moon had just risen over Lake Michigan. The doorbell had been rung at each place, and an envelope left propped outside.
The Teachers Funeral: A Comedy in Three Parts By: Richard Peck If your teacher has to die, August isnt a bad time of year for it. You know August. The corn is earring. The tomatoes are ripening on the vine. The clovers in full bloom. Theres a little less evening now, and thats a warning. You want to live every day twice over because youll be back in the jailhouse of school before the end of the month.
The Changeling By: Zilpha Keatley Snyder Martha Abbott woke up on the seventh day of April and sat straight up in bed with her eyes wide open. That in itself, was significant. As long as she could remember she had always awakened slowly and cautiously, testing yesterday gingerly with the tip of memory, before taking the plunge into cold bright consciousness. But on that April morning she had no choice. Something had reached deep into her dream and jolted her
awakeand then quickly faded, leaving behind only four defininte words. Somethings going to happen! So B. It By: Sarah Weeks If truth was a crayon and it was up to me to put a wrapper around it and name its color, I know just what I would call itdinosaur skin. I used to think, without
really thinking about it, that I knew what color was. But that was a long time ago, before I knew what I know now about both dinosaur skin and the truth. Igraine the Brave By: Cornelia Funke Igraine woke up because something was crawling over her face. Something with a lot of legs. She opened her eyes and there it was,
sitting right on the end of her nose, a fat black spider. Igraine was scared stiff of spiders. Love, Ruby Lavender By: Deborah Wiles Murderers! You cant have them all! Ruby Lavender leaned out the car window and shook her fist. The car lurched to a halt in the dirt yard of Petersons Egg Ranch, and Ruby scrambled out the door. She ran in bar feet as fast as she could into a dusty sea of
chickensa sea of chickens being herded toward their death at the chopping block. California Blue By: David Klaas I dont know why running through a redwood forest has always made me think of death. Its not because I grew up in a mill townI dont run between the trees seeing fivehundred-foot-tall piles of sawdust or neatly stacked lumber or endless reams of paper. And its not because of the darkness where the old growth is thickest, although as I pounded along the narrow forest trail, the massive trees pressed in against each other in
the twilight, and the smell of the wood and leaves was damp and lightly sweet and faintly bloodlike. Milkweed By: Jerry Spinelli I am running. Thats the first thing I remember. Running. I carry something, my arm curled around it, hugging it to my chest. Bread, of course. Someone is chasing me. Stop! Thief! I run.
People. Shoulders. Shoes. Stop! Thief! The Name of this Book is Secret By: Pseudonymous Bosch WARNING: DO NOT READ BEYOND THIS PAGE! Good. Now I know I can trust you. Youre curious. Youre brave. And youre not afraid to lead a life of
crime. But lets get something straight: if, despite my warning, you insist on reading this book, you cant hold me responsible for the consequences. When Zachary Beaver Came to Town By: Kimberly Willis Holt Nothing ever happens in Antler, Texas. Nothing much at all. Until this afternoon, when an old blue Thunderbird pulls a trailer decorated with Christmas lights into the Dairy Maid
parking lot. The red words painted on the trailer cause quite a buzz around town, and before an hour is up, half of Antler is standing in line with two dollars clutched in hand to see the fattest boy in the world. A Mango-Shaped Space By: Wendy Mass: A is for Amy who fell down the stairs, says my best friend, Jenna Davis, as we climb farther down into the steep, parched ravine. Weve
been inseparable since we were five and her mother brought her to my house to play. We bonded over the various ways we could contort my Barbie and Ken dolls without breaking them. Lets just say that Ken wont be having children anytime soon and leave it at that. Ida B. By: Katherine Hannigan Ida B, Mama said to me on one of those days that start right and just keep
heading toward perfect until you go to sleep, when youre done with the dishes, you can go play. Daddy and I are going to be working till dinner. The Name of this Book is Secret By: Pseudonymous Bosch WARNING: DO NOT READ BEYOND THIS PAGE! Good. Now I know I can trust you.
Youre curious. Youre brave. And youre not afraid to lead a life of crime. But lets get something straight: if, despite my warning, you insist on reading this book, you cant hold me responsible for the consequences. Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone By: J.K.Rowling Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the
last people youd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didnt hold with such nonsense. James and the Giant Peach By: Roald Dahl Until he was four years old, James Henry Trotter had had a happy life. He lived peacefully with his mother and father in a beautiful house beside the sea. There were always plenty of other children for him to play with, and there was the sandy beach for him to run
about on, and the ocean to paddle in. It was the perfect life for a small boy. Atherton: House of Power By: Patrick Carman In Mr. Ratikans grove there lived a boy. He was not well-to-do, but his needs were met and he was happy most of the time. His name was Edgar. The Wednesday Wars
By: Gary D. Schmidt Of all the kids in the seventh grade at Camillo Junior High, there was one kid that Mrs. Baker hated with heat whiter than the sun. Me. And let me tell you, it wasnt for anything Id done. Every Soul a Star By: Wendy Mass
In Iceland, fairies live inside of rocks. Seriously. They have houses in there and schools and amusement parks and everything. Besides me, not many people outside of Iceland know this. But you just have to read the right books and its all there. When youre homeschooled, you have a lot of books. I also know how to find every constellation in the sky, and that the brightest star in any constellation is called the Alpha. I know all the constellations because my father taught them to me, and I know about the Alpha because it is also my name. But my family and friends call me Ally.
Al Capone Does My Shirts By: Gennifer Choldenko Today I moved to a twelve-acre rock covered with cement, topped with bird turd and surrounded by water. Alcatraz sits smack in the middle of the bay so close to the city of San Francisco, I can hear them call the score on a baseball game on Marina
Green. Okay, not that close. But still. Boys are Dogs By: Leslie Margolis Summer was officially over. There would be no more swimming, snorkeling, or bodysurfing in the cool blue waves. No more relay races, and no more circling the campfire to sing songs and toast marshmallows.
Things Not Seen By Andrew Clements Its a Tuesday morning in February, and I get up as usual, and I stumble into the bathroom to take a shower in the dark. Which is my school-day method because its sort of like an extra ten minutes of sleep. Its after the shower. Thats when it happens. Its when I turn on the bathroom light and wipe the fog off the mirror to comb my hair. Its
what I see in the mirror. Its what I dont see. I took a second time, and then rub at the mirror again. Im not there. Thats what Im saying. Im. Not. There. By: Suzanne Collins When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prims
warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the reaping. Iqbal By Francesco DAdamo (Translated by: Ann Leonori) The house of our master, Hussain Khan, was in the outskirts of Lahore, not far from the dusty, dry countryside where flocks of sheep from the north grazed. It was a big house
The Last Treasure By: Janet S. Anderson It is night, just after midnight on June 8. Somewhere in the Midwest on a rickety bed in a cheap motel, a boy who never dreams is dreaming. His dream is crazy, and he thrashes restlessly, trying even in sleep to shake it into sense. Miles away, almost half the country away, in a tract house in a California town, a girl who dreams too often is
sinking into nightmare. Shes had other nightmares, but this one is different. This one is worse. Belle Praters Boy By: Ruth White Around 5:00 a.m. on a warm Sunday morning in October 1953, my Aunt Belle left her bed and vanished from the face of the earth.
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