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

I guess I put off bad vibes, as my mom would say.

Once alone it wasn't so bad. I like the sound of waves crashing. And
even though it really was cold, I kind of liked the harshness of the
landscape. Life down there in the rocks was precarious. You had the
ocean, this living thing that encircled the planet, eating away
relentlessly at the land, chewing it down, bite by patient bite. And the
rocks were nothing but the crumbs that fell from Mother Ocean's mouth.

But there, in those crumbs, in those rocks that would soon be ground
into sand, there were hundreds of living things. Entire universes
contained in eighteen ounces of seawater cupped in the armpit of a rock.

6 I knelt down to look at one tidal pool. It went deeper than the
others. Down into a crack in the rock, down to darkness.

What tidal pool bogeyman lives down there? I wondered.

There was a starfish sitting glued to the wall of the pool. Might as
well have been one of those dead, dried-out things you see in souvenir
shops on the boardwalk.

Then he moved. It made me laugh. It was like he'd heard my thoughts and
wanted to say, "Hey, I'm not dead yet, kid."

Plop!

I heard the sound.

I made a quick, desperate grab. I missed.

The earring that had fallen from my ear sank quickly out of sight.

"Oh, man!" I yelled.

I took off my other earring. I looked at it and groaned again. Yes, it
was the hammered-gold hoop my dad had bought me for my last birthday.
He'd brought them back from a trip to Portugal. Which meant I wasn't
going to be able to replace them at the mall.

I kicked angrily at an outcropping of rock.

This was a bad idea. I was barefoot.

Now I was really mad. Mad that I was on a stupid field trip. Mad that
I'd dropped the earring. Mad at my dad for no reason except that I

7 knew he'd expect to see me wearing them on our next weekend visit.

I wanted that earring and I wasn't going to just whine about it. When I