Dave Casler
PO Box 98
Ridgway, Colorado 81432
Young Adult Novels by Dave Casler...
I've been told by publisher after publisher that there's no market for Young Adult novels. I think they're wrong! So I'm putting my novels on-line for you. Forget the publisher! Read to your heart's content--it's free! And, I'd like to hear from you, too! Contact Page.
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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(About Dan Home) (Last) (Next)
Telling Off Ernesto
"Peter, Rodolpho! Help me up! I'm gonna be standing when I talk to this jerk."
They were puzzled, but went to his side. Coach Johnson and the rest of the team looked on warily and silently. Dan heard his name being called from the bleachers but ignored it.
Ernesto looked grim. He started to speak as he drew close, but Dan cut him off.
"I know what you want to say! Good soccer! Ha! We play soccer but you're a street gang! That's not any way to build brotherhood!" He paused for breath. He wobbled on his one good leg. His nose flared and his face was red. His neck veins bulged.
"Get on your bus and get out of my sight!"
Ernesto stared back. He straightened himself and squared his jaw. He held Dan fixedly in his gaze for a moment. Then, without breaking eye contact, he bowed his head slightly to acknowledge Dan's little speech. Then he turned on his heel so fast his long hair flapped behind him. He walked away, one hand on his stomach.
Dan stood until Ernesto was entirely across the field. Only then did he break his gaze. Coach Johnson, for once, was at a loss for words. With one voice, his teammates cheered and gathered around him, slapping him on the back and shouting their congratulations. Nothing Coach Johnson could have said lifted their spirits more. Dan settled back in his wheelchair, still angry.