More Than Good Enough by Crissa-Jean Chappell

More Than Good Enough by Crissa-Jean Chappell

Author:Crissa-Jean Chappell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: reservation, indian, native america, teen, teen lit, young adult, ya, young adult fiction, young adult novel, ya novel, ya fiction, teen fiction, teen novel
Publisher: Flux is an imprint of Llewellyn Worldwide Ltd.
Published: 2013-11-14T05:00:00+00:00


nine

Me and Pippa sat on this decrepit bench near the ranger station, waiting for a human to show up. I wanted to kiss her again, but she wouldn’t even look at me. One minute, she’s all into it. The next minute, she’s acting like it never happened. I had no clue what was in her brain.

“Maybe we should call your dad,” she said.

I tried messing with my cell. No signal. Anyway, I didn’t plan on talking to Dad. He was the last person I wanted to deal with.

The shack was locked. I squinted through the window. On the desk, somebody had left a mug full of pencils, a Sudoku Magic puzzle, and a cigar smushed in a skull-shaped ashtray.

“Don’t stress,” I told Pippa. “He’s coming back. Trust me.”

We waited. I could only hope it was a ranger who’d dragged the bike off.

He finally materialized a half hour later. He was a little dude, sweat stains circling his arms, and he looked pissed.

“You guys have some explaining to do,” he said. It sounded like ’splaining.

I slid off the bench. “Why?”

“Because there’s been a theft on the property and we have reason to believe you’re involved.”

“Right. Somebody stole my bike.”

The ranger craned his neck, glaring up at me. “You’re Trent Osceola?”

“Aye, captain.”

“Your father called Flamingo,” he said, meaning the park’s main entrance. “Figured you’d be out here. Told us to keep an eye peeled.”

“Whatever,” I said. “Give me the bike and we’ll go.”

“He’s at the front office.”

“He is?”

Dad wasn’t supposed to drive. Did he take the Yeti? Of course he did. No doubt he was drunk off his ass. That’s for sure. I glanced over at Pippa. She was scraping at her thumbnail, stripping off flakes of glittery black polish.

“You better come with me,” the ranger said.

I didn’t argue.



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