“Let's scope the place out," he suggested, heading around the side of the building, "and be careful in the bushes." "Why?" Amy asked. "This is South Africa, dude," Dan replied. "Where cobras come from. And not the hot ones, like Ian.” SidesBuildingHotSouthCarefulBe CarefulSouth AfricaScopeHeadingsAmyCobrasIan Kabra Author:Peter Lerangis
“When the guy turned around, Amy began stuttering. Silently. It was a feat only Amy could manage, and only Dan could notice. And it only happened in front of boys who looked like this one. He had brown hair and caramel-colored eyes, like Dan's friend Nick Santos, who made all the sixth-grade girls turn into blithering idiots when he looked their way--in fact, would even say Watch, lean make them turn into blithering idiots, and then he'd do it. Only older. "He. Is. Hot," Nellie said under her breath. "You too?" Dan hissed.” WayMadeSaidFactsEyeGuyTurnsGirlBoysWatchesHappenedFrontsHairHotBreathsManageIdiotGradesBrownFeatsAmySixth GradeStutteringCaramelBrown HairColored Eyes Author:Peter Lerangis
