Orca Currents are short high-interest novels with contemporary themes, written expressly for middle-school students reading below grade level.
“The teachers can’t do nothing to us,” Lisa told him, crossing her arms. The paintball wars aren’t on school property.
“But—,” Micky tried. It was like trying to stop a hurricane.
“Do you think I care what the teachers think?” Lisa asked. “They think we band together because no one else likes us. And we’re proud to agree with them, aren’t we?”
Micky shrugged. When people called us losers, it just made our group stronger.
“It’s the Medford gang I care about,” Lisa continued. “The Sewer Rats have never lost a paintball war and we’re not going to chicken out now.
Halfway down the run I knew I was skiing the best I ever had. If I kept pushing, I would easily stay at number one.
Beneath my helmet, I grinned my grin of fear. And as I cut into a steep turn, I saw it. But couldn’t believe it.
Wire. Black wire stretched between two trees at waist height. I was flashing toward it at thirty meters per second. Hitting the wire at that speed would slice me in two.