The Terrorist by Caroline Cooney Ponse Once on the Train, None of Them Sat

LESSON EXPLORING MULTIPLE PERSPECTIVES ach single moment in time is unique for each person. Each 3388E moment of your life is shaped by where you are and what you are doing. Think about a recent signifi cant event. Maybe it was the birth of a new cousin, or the death of an older relative; maybe it was a natural disaster in a far-off place. Think about what you were doing at that moment. Now think about what that moment might have been like for someone who was personally involved. Multiple perspectives allow a reader to look at a moment or event from more than one angle. From each point of view, the reader gains insight. In the following two excerpts from the same novel, you will see how an author weaves a moment together from two different perspectives. Begin by reading Billy’s perspective of the events. Use your Response Notes to record your reactions and questions. from The Terrorist by Caroline Cooney ponse Once on the train, none of them sat. It would be unthinkable to take a seat Res when you could stand by the doors, swaying, feet spread, refusing to hold a Notes metal post and too short to reach a hanging strap. Billy prided himself on never having fallen into anybody. He gazed with superiority at the businessmen and women whose briefcases were hugged between their knees. Leather cases always made him think of his family’s arrival at Heathrow Airport. Signs everywhere said not to leave baggage unattended. “Are they worried somebody will steal my pajamas?” Billy had asked his father. “No, they’re worried about bombs,” explained his father. “Terrorists.” Billy’s mother was so horrifi ed by that, she reacted like a shepherd whose fl ock is surrounded by wolves. Constantly watching their dozen suitcases and tugging to make the pile more compact, she eyed innocent strangers for signs IS PROHIBITED. COPYING SOURCE. © GREAT of evil intent. Billy yearned to abandon a suitcase and see what happened next. Either Scotland Yard or MI 5 would seize it, which would be worth the whole fl ight, or else a terrorist would steal it and Billy could seize the terrorist, which would be worth any two fl ights. Annoyingly, his parents had refused to leave a suitcase. The train pulled into Baker Street, where they would change lines. The three boys hurled themselves out into the belowground corridors and sets of stairs. 124 LESSON 38 A train was waiting, doors open, car packed. They crammed themselves in. No need to hang on to anything this time: other bodies would keep them upright. At the third stop, they leaped from the car, and began the race to see who would get outside to the fresh air fi rst. It was another fi ve pence for the win- ner. Billy fi rmly believed that pennies added up, even British pennies. But he got caught by passengers swarming onto the train, so Chris and Georgie got way ahead. Chris yelled triumphantly over his shoulder, “I’m gonna win this time!” Billy sprinted after them, slithering among the Indians, Asians, and Africans who made up the English population that he had thought would look like Robin Hood and Maid Marian. Passengers funneled toward the only working escalator. Tired people stood on the right side, clutching briefcases, handbags, and shopping trolleys, little wire suitcases on wheels that Londoners used to bring their groceries home. Energetic people ran up the left edge as the steps moved under their feet. Chris and Georgie were almost out of sight. Billy tried to elbow past some old ladies, but somebody caught his arm. Expecting to be yelled at, Billy prepared to hide his American accent. Billy didn’t mind being yelled at, but he hated it when somebody inevitable muttered, “Oh, those rowdy American children!” If there was one thing English children were not, it was rowdy. Sometimes Billy wondered if they were even alive. Actually at London International Academy, he was in classes with every nationality except the English. They had their own schools to go to. He was living right here in England and had tons of friends and none of them were English. Billy decided on another new page in his notebook. He’d have a Nationality List. A Country Collection. Just in his sixth-grade homeroom were kids from Denmark, Iran, Syria, Argentina, Israel, Hong Kong, and America. He was pretty sure Juan was from somewhere else entirely, and Priya might be from India. But the man who caught his arm actually smiled, saying, “Your friend dropped this.” Billy was amazed and pleased by this unusual helpfulness. “Oh gee, thanks a lot,” he said. He grabbed the package and tore up the escalator. Stopped by a woman who was awkwardly balancing a stroller with a baby across the width of the rising stairs, he glanced down at the package. Funny. He didn’t remember Georgie or Chris carrying anything. Just book bags slung on their shoulders. There was something very British about the package. Not American. The whole way it was wrapped. The cheapness of the cellophane tape. The © GREAT SOURCE. COPYING IS PROHIBITED. COPYING SOURCE. © GREAT texture of the brown paper. EXPLORNG MULTIPLE PERSPECTIVES 125 Response He remembered the signs and warnings at Heathrow. Do Not Leave Any Luggage Unattended. He remembered the fi re drills at school, which the big Notes kids said were really bomb drills. There was a sickening moment of knowledge. He could not throw the package into the innocent crowd. There was no place to set it down. Nor could he give it back. In front of him was a sleeping baby. Oh, Mom! thought Billy, turning away from the stroller and wrapping himself around the package. The package exploded. p m n m n m n m n m n m n m n m n m n m n m n m n m n m n m n m n m n m n m n m n m n m n m n m • Take a moment to think about your strongest images and reactions to this scene. What are your impressions of Billy? What is the strongest image in your mind of what he is seeing and feeling throughout this scene? Do a quick-write to get all your thoughts and reactions down on paper. © GREAT SOURCE. COPYING IS PROHIBITED. COPYING SOURCE. © GREAT 126 LESSON 38 • Now read another section of the novel that tells about the same moment in time, but from Billy’s sister’s perspective. Use your Response Notes to keep track of where you see similarities and differences in Billy’s and Laura’s perspectives. Laura often thought that when her brother, Billy, grew up, he was going to be the heartthrob of his entire school. You could see in his arms the muscles that were going to come. And his thick, dark hair, which he never combed or brushed after a shower (assuming you could shove him into a shower with the water on in the fi rst place), was going to lie around on his forehead, and girls would want to sweep it away from his fl irty eyes… Laura loved London. She was from a small suburb and, like everybody else in America, considered a car the only way to move, and she was correct: at home, public transportation was a trial and a joke. But in London she could hop on a bus, take the tube, or fl ag down a taxi. From Shakespeare to sweat- shirt shopping, she was free the way no kids at home were until they had their own car. The 113 appeared with Eddie waving insanely. She got on, said “Hi” to Eddie and three other L.I.A. students, and the fi ve of them sorted out with whom they would have lunch, whether anybody was going on the London Walk that afternoon, and had Laura heard about the escaped terrorists? At L.I.A., they had bomb practice, the way in Massachusetts they had fi re drills. L.I.A. students marched out the door and lined up on the sidewalk while London police timed them and teachers checked lockers and possible bomb-hiding spots. Everybody was happy, especially the people who got out of math… “No, I didn’t hear anything,” said Laura. “What terrorists?” She wondered how the embassies would handle privacy once Caller I.D. appeared in London. The fi ve teenagers changed buses. They were disgusted with Laura. Hadn’t she watched the morning news? Hadn’t she read the morning paper?... The bus halted with a lurch at their stop, which was in front of the tube exit and a mere three-block walk to L.I.A. Laura was thinking that maybe terrifi c blond Andrew (a Ten) would talk to her after history. Maybe in the cafeteria she’d fi nally be in line next to that splendid hunk Mohammed (as opposed to Muhamet, who was sleazy, and Mohammet, who dated Jenny), and then— Ambulances and fi re trucks fi lled the sidewalks. People were screaming and sobbing. Police and teachers from L.I.A. were rushing back and forth Her friends—Andrew, Con, Mohammed, Jehran, Bethany—were clinging © GREAT SOURCE. COPYING IS PROHIBITED. COPYING SOURCE. © GREAT to one another. EXPLORING MULTIPLE PERSPECTIVES 127 What had happened? Who was hurt? It must be very bad, it must be somebody from school, it must be— Laura’s clothing shivered on top of her skin.

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