I fumbled on my nightstand and shoved the ugly plastic thing back into its round little space ship, fighting off the urge to throw the stupid thing in my little trash can by my desk. I hadn’t even wanted to set the darn thing, but the night before, Amanda had gotten me so worked up that I’d sleep in, I had to do something drastic. Mechanical, low-tech, but I guess it did its job because by the third round of squawking, I was awake. I can’t even remember when she got this thing, but it was definitely before cell phones were popular because the character, this weird black and green alien, was no one I recognized. With a groan, one eye open, my hand fumbled for the horrible clock my sister gave me two weeks before she left for college. Wake up earthling, you haven’t got all light-year.” Wake up earthling, you haven’t got all light-year. “Wake up earthling, you haven’t got all light-year. To my beta-readers, as always, you’ve kept me pointed in the right direction to make this book a success.įor more information on the Tucson Alliance for Autism, how you can help, and where you can donate, please visit: Other works by Angella Graffįor more information on future works visit Hanabergh’s fifth grade class 2012/2013, your feedback and support of this book has been fantastic. To the wonderful students at Whitmore Elementary in Mrs. For Christian, Isabella, and Adia, your inspiration never ceases to amaze me.
No part of this book may be printed, scanned or distributed in print or electronic form without permission of the author.įor Josh, as always, you are my rock. Any similarities to actual persons living or deceased, business establishments, locales or events are purely coincidental. Names, places, and characters portrayed are used fictitiously, or are the product of the author’s imagination.
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