Owen and Eleanor Meet the New Kid by H. M. Bouwman

Author:H. M. Bouwman [Bouwman, H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781506452036
Publisher: Sparkhouse Family
Published: 2019-05-15T16:00:00+00:00

The girl handed down an armload of clothes on hangers to the mom, who carried them in. Then the girl wheeled a bike down the ramp, a bike that looked too big for her. Then she wheeled down another bike that looked like her size. She parked them next to the truck, looking up and down the street like she was checking to make sure there were no bike thieves. The teenage boy came out from the house and said something in the foreign language, and the girl wheeled the bikes onto the porch while he unloaded a dresser with the older man.

More and more stuff came off the truck. Under her breath, Eleanor was naming and counting it all: “One bookcase, three mattresses, two rugs, one more dresser.”

The new girl called something out to the teenager, who said something back to her. Owen wished he could tell what they were saying. The language was pretty, with rolling r’s and long vowels in places he didn’t expect them.

“She doesn’t speak English,” said Eleanor.

“We don’t know that,” said Owen.

“She’s talking in that other language!” said Eleanor.

“But to her dad and her brother. Sometimes you talk in Spanish to your dad, but you still know English.”

Eleanor was scrunching up her face now to listen. Owen did the same. Maybe if they listened hard enough, the new people would say something they could understand.

Then the big brother walked to the truck and said something that must have been funny, because the girl laughed and made a fist and pumped her arm.

“I know what that means,” murmured Owen.

“It probably means something totally different in their country,” said Eleanor.

“What country?”

“I don’t know. Wherever they are from.”

The new kid ran up to the truck, and the teenager handed down a bag that was half as big as she was. She dragged it to the sidewalk and bent over it.

“What is that?” said Owen. He moved a branch aside to see.

“Probably something from her country,” said Eleanor.

The girl pulled a red thing out of the bag and tossed the bag back to her brother. It was hard to see what the red thing was through the pine branches, but it was flat. And it had little wheels . . .

It was a skateboard.

The girl stepped onto the skateboard and zoomed off down the sidewalk, waving to her brother. She was really good at skateboarding.

She skateboarded all the way to the corner and back, then back toward Owen and Eleanor and past their pine tree and to the other corner and back. Like she owned the whole block. Like she belonged there.

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