Abigail

“What are you going to do?” Cindy asked as we walked home. “You can’t keep missing recess. We need you on our soccer team.”
“I can’t keep missing homework,” I added. “I’ll have all F’s on my report card.”
Cindy’s eyes got big. “Your parents will kill you.”
― Marcia Thornton Jones, Godzilla Ate My Homework

“By the time Shirley had entered the sixth-grade room at P. S. 8, she had forgotten the nightmare and, with it, her fears. At Mr. P’s Tommy O’Brien had snuck up from behind to tug a braid. “Hey, Chop Suey, how are you doey?” Grinning, he then bowed deeply. She thought it rather wonderful that he remembered something she had done so long ago.”
― Bette Bao Lord, In the Year of the Boar and Jackie Robinson

“The Boardwalk.
That’s right. There it is, all that music and all that noise; the beating heart of Santa Carla. You can walk up there, past the three-tries-for-a-dollar booths with the hucksters urging you to win a big teddy bear for the little lady, past the food stands where the kids can load up on hot dogs and cotton candy, past the Tilt-a-Whirl, the Giant Mouse, and the Snake, where the kids have a chance to lose what they just ate, past the giant Ferris wheel, so brightly lit that it takes the place of all the stars in the nighttime sky. Then you come to the carousel. The kids call it a “merry-go-round,” but what do they know? You want to learn something new about Santa Carla, that’s the next place you go.”
― Craig Shaw Gardner, The Lost Boys

“Father opened the bigger of the white boxes. “It’s easy. Everything needed is in here.” Eggs hung in the door, bottles with colored fluids stood on a shelf. There were beans, spinach and oranges in one drawer, slabs of meat in another.
Peeking inside, Shirley got goose bumps from the cold. But she couldn’t find the window. She tugged at Father’s coat. “I don’t see the window to the outside,” she said.
Father laughed. “This, Shirley Temple Wong, is an ice box. A machine that cools food and keeps it from spoiling. In America you only have to market once a week, not every day.”
“And I suppose,” Mother said, “in America the wife does that, too.”
“That’s right.”
― Bette Bao Lord, In the Year of the Boar and Jackie Robinson: Novel-Ties Study Guide