#S-2 Middle-Grade Magical Realism: THE MISFORTUNE OF THE EMERALD THIEF
A bubblicious tale of magical Seattle siblings who must upset their evil uncle’s plan to destroy the entire ecosystem of the Pacific Northwest in the name of greed.
There had to be a better way to get through town.
I gripped the bar above my head as the bus rounded corner after corner, lurching to a stop every other block to let some riders off and even more people on. I was stuck in the land of standing-room only and its sea of perfume threatened to knock me over dead.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I jumped off early and headed for the market. It was easy to tell which way to go. All I had to do was follow the stupid bubbles.
Thousands of them spun in the morning air. As I pushed though the tourists, the smell of the coffee in their cups and the fresh-baked baguettes in their shopping bags teased my nose. My stomach growled. My arms and legs still felt full of lead. Maybe I was getting the flu, with a giant side of train wreck.
I have two pair.
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