Tangerine Vocabulary

Tino was staring at Luis with reverence.

Our caravan veered off into the parking spaces.

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

I watched Eric's hand, mesmerized.

Arthur's hand fumbled inside his gym bag.

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

The soccer game turned into a brawl.

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

Tino was still standing over Erik's prostrate body.

The whippoorwill crowd was jeering Paul's team.

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

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

Some menacing-looking kids were standing outside the school.

Did Betty Bright mind the publicity in the newspaper?

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

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

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

The trees in this spot were tall and weathered.

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

Paul went berserk when mud was smeared in his eyes.

Theresa became flustered after Joey talked about his laser printer.

Tino was standing insolently before Erik.

Victor jumped on Arthur and started pummeling him furiously.

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

Their leaves seemed to be withering.

The crowd of parents buzzed ominously.

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

Dad asked glumly, “When?”

Paul went sprawling in the mud.

We all trudged obediently over to the Quonset hut.

Dad stopped and scowled at me.

I took another bogus sick day.

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

Mike's hair was singed by the lightening.

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

The media went into a frenzy.

At Tangerine Middle, the minorities are the majority.

I remembered Erik's fingers prying my eyelids open.

His cold persisted.

In the meeting, somebody moved to adjourn.

Paul was elated to go to another school.

Victor, Tino, and Hernando started rollicking with laughter,

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

Soccer practice was a colossal drag

Erik is so phony when adults are around.

The wind-up toy ran out of torque.

He was Erik's goon back then.

His own goaltender only had to cradle the ball.

The soccer boys were accused of vandalism.

We walked to a rickety corrugated-iron shed.