Show Don't Tell BINGO

This bingo card has 19 words: Dale blinked, and then smacked himself on the forehead., My face goes bright red, I can feel it. Now sweat is pouring down from my armpits like somebody turned on a faucet., March checked the time. He drummed his fingers on his leg., “Look!” She waved her spelling test. “A gold star!” She twirled on tippy-toe. “I didn’t miss a word!” She spun around and around like a little ballerina on a music box., Wish I could do my work in the early morning before the sun’s so fierce. But I don’t complain. I take off my shirt finally, wrap it around my head to keep the sweat out of my eyes, and I keep on., His father leaned down the table and put his big hand on top of Jess’s hand. He gave his wife a quick, troubled look. But she just stood there, her eyes full of pain, saying nothing., The café hung breathless, like a pendulum at the top of its swing., Tabby’s eyebrows disappeared up into the scrunchie of her ponytail. -Tripping Over the Lunch Lady by Lee Wardlaw, Free!, Panic shimmered through his body, tiny hammers hitting glass. He could shatter, he felt, in a moment, and he gulped air, trying to calm himself., Jess stole a look at Leslie. Her face, bent low over the math sheet, was red and fierce., As Mitch whizzed past, he kicked at Hobie’s knee. Pain shot through Hobie’s leg. He crumpled in a heap., “Writing is not about magic. It is about hard work.” There was a silence in the room. Papa looked at me. His eyes were very shiny. “You know,” said Papa, “I think you are smarter than I am.”, All of the kids stared at her with open mouths as if she had just stepped off a spaceship from another planet., Rob stood and considered her words. He felt them on his skin, like shards of broken glass. He was afraid to move. He was afraid of how deep they might go inside him., I’m not staying here, that’s for sure.” Rob felt a familiar loneliness rise up and drape its arm over his shoulder., Behind her turned up glasses, Mrs. Myers’ narrow eyes were full of tears., I leap out of bed, thrust my feet into my sneakers, and with my shoelaces flying, I’m racing through the kitchen toward the back door. and March felt perspiration under his collar. He kept his restless hands in his pockets..

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