"Applegate, Katherine A - Animorphs - 32 - The Separation" - читать интересную книгу автора (Applegate Katherine A)

fighting the Yeerks in their various host bodies.

I was on some rocks, some very wet rocks at the base of a cliff, down by
the water. North of town the beaches give way to tumbled rocks and
eventually to tall cliffs topped with condos and homes for millionaires.

This particular section of shoreline was public. It was condos to the
south, and mansions to the north, but right for about a half mile it was
just nature. Big pockmarked boulders and water spraying up and drenching
me with each wave, and a chilly breeze raising goose bumps on my bare skin.

4 It was better than being in school. I mean, who doesn't prefer a field
trip over another day in the yawn factory?

But it was definitely chilly. Cold once you got soaked. And we were all
in shorts and T-shirts, supposedly identifying the "rich and fascinating
life of the tidal pool."

Of course what was actually happening was that three kids were
investigating life in the tidal pools - including my best friend, Cassie
- while most of the boys went leaping about the rocks, and most of the
girls moved cautiously in little herds of three or four, and all the
teachers and teachers' helpers basically screamed at the boys and chided
the girls and occasionally yelled something about echino-derms. Your
basic field trip.

I moved away from the others. I don't do the gossip thing very well
anymore. Sorry, but, "He said what? Oh. My. Gawd! No way!" just doesn't
do it for me. And leaping around on rocks with boys who are secretly
playing superhero in their imaginations, that's not going to work, either.

I do plenty of leaping. Usually there's screaming and bleeding involved.
And there's hurting: yourself and others. And afterward there are the
nightmares.

There would be more of that real soon. We'd

5 been informed by our android allies the Chee that the Yeerks were at
work on a secret new weapon: an Anti-Morphing Ray. We didn't know
enough, yet, to launch an attack. But attack we would. And then there'd
be the leaping and screaming and bleeding.

And the nightmares.

Anyway.

I moved steadily away from the others. No one cared. They're glad to see
me move on. They don't know why they're relieved when I'm gone, but they
are.