Black Numos Island by Maggie Morris, Alaina Fulkerson (best motivational books for students .TXT) 📕

He checked his compass, and flew straight on, towards the MZ airport. A few short hours later, he saw city lights. Steve had forgotten what it was like to be in the city, even though he was there less than a month ago.

After seeing a plane take off, Steve headed towards the direction of what he assumed was the airport. He unbuckled, knowing he would have to make his landing quick, because he would be recognized easily. As soon as his wheels touched the concrete, Steve prepared to run. His small plane came to a stop.

Next to him, a trashy plane was surrounded by reporters and police officers. Steve scrambled down the steps of his B-2 Bomber, trying not to get noticed. His attempt failed. One of the reporters had turned to look at the incoming plane. She covered her mouth and screamed.

"It's Marc Slythe!" She fainted from shock.

Steve grinned and thought to himself, Weak-hearted people! A police siren blared and lights flashed. Steve wiped the smile off his face and ran as hard as he could, dodging the luggage carts that crossed his path. He could hear the rumble of a plane taking off, but he didn’t stop to find its location. He turned to look back only once, and as he did he saw the frightened face of the girl who was on his island. Steve was furious! He destroyed his island, and yet the kids had made it out alive. He would get revenge!

A surge of energy rushed through him, sending him barging through a city intersection. He ran into a store after causing a the cars behind him to crash, and quickly found a disguise and ran out. The robbery system beeped loudly, but he took off running again. Steve ran behind a building, threw on his new disguise, and came out jogging, acting like he was just going on an evening stroll. He pretended to be oblivious to the huge blockade of cars in the road, and whistled while he walked. Steve saw confused looks on the officers’ faces.

Knowing he had lost them, he sat down and started taking in huge gulps of air. He stared down at the concrete sidewalk and buried his face in his hands. "Nevermore will be those brats," he whispered. "Nevermore is my home. Nevermore is Black Numos Island.” Sadness flickered across his face. "Nevermore."

Weeks had passed and the kids still wondered what had become if their parents. They hadn’t seen them since they left to go on their work trip, and though no one wanted to admit it, they were most likely dead. Their parents might have died like the passengers on the plane, or they might have been killed by Marc Slythe, as he claimed he did. They might have never even gotten on the plane, or they might have gotten amnesia and begun living as hobos deep in the jungle.

There were a lot of “mights” that could have happened, but the kids knew one thing for sure; wherever their parents were, they were never coming back. The siblings were forced to make money on their own, and got jobs at the local bakery washing dishes. So they could live, they had to sell their house and sleep in the park. They were always living on only a few pennies, and were never able to give themselves anything other than the necessities.

Anytime someone asked them questions about their parents, they had pretend their parents were just on a trip. And maybe they were, only a trip that lasted for eternity. But, after about a year, an FBI agent was shopping in the store that they were in, and uncovered their secret. They were orphans.

He took them to the orphanage. But as soon as he left, he came back for the kids. He thought they deserved something better. A real home. He signed the legal papers and took them to his house. He made sure they understood the rules-no electronics during the week, they should expect nothing from him other than food, and everyday when he was at work they would stay home with his wife and clean their rooms and do chores.

Sam was the only one who complained. Emily and Luke were just grateful to be sleeping in an air-conditioned home. The man who always wore black never acknowledged the children other than fixing them breakfast before he left for work. The woman was the only one in the whole world who understood them. She was almost like their own mother-almost, but not quite. The three sibling were always quiet around the house until the man left for work, after which they spent the whole day laughing and playing games with the woman. They lived there for about a month.

But still, it felt like there was a gaping hole missing from their life. One day, something big happened, something so big that their lives were all changed forever. Something that no one could ever know about.

For our parents and early readers, Lily, Onyah, Brooke, Alyssa, Rachel, and Kim.

Lily, we would like to thank you for making our day bright and cheerful on the day we thought our book was lost. Onyah, for helping us through the tough times when we had Writers’ Block. Brooke, thanks for adding funny moments into this sad story. Alyssa, for proofreading our book several times to give us feedback. Rachel for drawing our front cover and giving us ideas for the next books. And finally, Kim, for giving us suggestions and editing along side us.

And now, we would like to thank our siblings and siblings’ friends.

The soon-to-be-authors were up at the break of dawn, just as they were at every sleepover. Already feeling bored, they pondered ideas of what they could do. Suddenly, one of the girls threw out the idea of writing a chapter book, because her sister had been writing a story with her best friend. They agreed on writing a book. They sat down together and came up with a plot, and characters. After several hours the two had created Emily. Emily was an important character in the book. She possessed things that the other characters like Luke and Sam did not. Things like civilized manners and a responsible spirit were talents that the twins did not have. She also introduced a warm and friendly tone into the book. The final step was to come up with a title. One of the girls, Alaina, wanted to call the book Black Island, and the other girl thought that was too plain, and wanted to call it Numos Island. They decided to combine the two titles and call the book Black Numos Island. And that, was how Black Numos Island was born. The girls spent all day working on it, and by the end of their third grade year, they finished it. In fourth grade, they took it up again and began to edit it. After over three years of hard work, their book was finally finished. And that book is Black Numos Island!

Publication Date: 05-01-2016

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