Tangerine Vocabulary

I turned to page two and saw a large composite photo of the soccer players.

The whippoorwill crowd was jeering Paul's team.

The crowd of parents buzzed ominously.

The soccer boys were accused of vandalism.

Our caravan veered off into the parking spaces.

Erik got out of the passenger side and walked up to Mom, slowly and solemnly.

I remembered Erik's fingers prying my eyelids open.

Mike's hair was singed by the lightening.

I took another bogus sick day.

The trees in this spot were tall and weathered.

The media went into a frenzy.

Paul went sprawling in the mud.

Erik's face started to contort when he heard Tino's insults.

After reading about the last football game, Dad brooded about it.

I shook my head vehemently. I didn't want to go.

Paul was elated to go to another school.

Paul went berserk when mud was smeared in his eyes.

Soccer practice was a colossal drag

His own goaltender only had to cradle the ball.

Their leaves seemed to be withering.

His cold persisted.

We walked to a rickety corrugated-iron shed.

At Tangerine Middle, the minorities are the majority.

The wind-up toy ran out of torque.

Dad asked glumly, “When?”

In the meeting, somebody moved to adjourn.

Tino was standing insolently before Erik.

Erik is so phony when adults are around.

Theresa became flustered after Joey talked about his laser printer.

Some menacing-looking kids were standing outside the school.

Tino was still standing over Erik's prostrate body.

But today I looked at them through the hostile eyes of a War Eagle.

Arthur's hand fumbled inside his gym bag.

Dad stopped and scowled at me.

Victor, Tino, and Hernando started rollicking with laughter,

Victor jumped on Arthur and started pummeling him furiously.

He sat there staring at me, astride his red twenty-inch bike.

He lurched to one side, losing his grip on Tino.

Everyone was subdued, as we rolled out of the parking lot.

We rented pumps and spraying equipment and started saturating the area last month.

It could even return this area to its former prominence as the tangerine capital of the world.

Tino was staring at Luis with reverence.

We all trudged obediently over to the Quonset hut.

I watched Eric's hand, mesmerized.

No one ever discovered what happened to Paul to cause this affliction.

After the news of Luis' death, I sat there agonizing about it.

Did Betty Bright mind the publicity in the newspaper?

He was Erik's goon back then.

Erik and his flunky, Arthur, are always in demand.

The soccer game turned into a brawl.