Dave Casler
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Young Adult Novels by Dave Casler...
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You're reading About Dan. Be sure to check out About Phillip here.
Dan is a normal kid who loves his soccer. Except everything goes wrong. Everything.
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Anderson Redux
"So I have to do this paper on the difference between laminar and turbulent flows," explained Dan as Peter pushed him through the hallway throngs.
"You’re going to do this in your spare time, right?" asked Peter.
"Hey, where are you going?" asked Dan, suddenly alarmed.
"To get your poor broken body home, that's where," replied Peter, pushing Dan toward the main doors.
"No way, man, I'm gonna watch the game."
"You sure? Yesterday you were a sniveling heap, lying on your bed of pain."
"Peter, it's Anderson! And you're the goalie, remember? I have to watch you to see how it's really done."
Peter smiled. "Ok, let's go. But I need to get to the locker room. Where do I deposit you?"
"In the locker room," replied Dan, firmly. "That's where."
Forget watching with Lisa, he thought.
Peter wheeled Dan around so fast he had to grab his backpack to keep it on his lap. Coach Johnson was already rallying the troops when they arrived.
"Dan! Are you playing today?"
"Absolutely! Want my uniform and wanna sit with the team," replied Dan firmly.
"Wonderful," roared the delighted coach. "You bet! Now you be easy on Anderson. They’re scared now!"
Dan needed Peter’s help to don his jersey—the only part of the uniform he could manage—but a broad grin painted his face nonetheless. He was happy for the first time since the accident. He belonged.