Chapter 12
Fishes and Sharks
Monday mornings on the Dogwood School grounds were always chaotic, and the anticipation of the spring vacation amplified the usual unruliness. Students huddled in groups and pairs, making and discussing their plans for the coming vacation.
“We’re going to Westport,” one young girl said to her morose friend, locking her bike in place beside Penny’s. “There’s a beach by the campground that’s always covered with sand dollars!”
“I get to help with spring cleaning,” her friend said, and kicked the tire of her own bike in frustration.
Oblivious to her friend’s less-than-cheerful reception to her news, the girl said, “Don’t worry, I’ll bring one back for you.”
The excited girl bounced off toward the school building, her less-than-enthusiastic friend trudging a
