Ghost Boys Part 7 Sarah

Ghost Boys Part 7 Sarah

It is Wednesday and we are going to continue reading Ghost Boys. Our primary standard is : RL.6 -Explain how an author develops the point of view of the narrator or speaker in a text.

Wednesday March 17

Agenda

Bell ringer- in Quizizz

Modeled Instruction- Reading 10 minutes

Guided Instruction- Questions throughout the text 10 minutes

Independent Practice - Questions throughout text 10 minutes

Closure- Questions 5 minutes

Multiple Choice

The main character is...

• Jerome

• Jerry

• James

• Jackson

Multiple Choice

Why did the Police Officer shoot him?

• He was being too loud

• He was beating someone up

• He had a gun and was african american

• He was stealing something

Multiple Choice

What happens to Jerome?

• He gets shot by a Police officer

• He gets arrested

• He goes to jail

• Nothing

Multiple Select

What is the purpose of the preliminary hearing?

• To decide if Officer Moore should go to jail or not.

• To determine if there is enough evidence for a trial.

• To determine if Officer Moore should be allowed to be a police officer or not.

• Not A,B, or C

Multiple Choice

What can you infer about Jerome's grandma when she tells him to tell her 3 things?

• She is a ghost

• She is superstitious.

• She is very strict.

Multiple Choice

1. In some chapters of Ghost Boy, what fact supports the idea that Jerome is actually dead?

(Hint: cross out “supports the idea” and write in the word “shows”)

• The bullies were bothering him in the bathroom

• His parents are grieving at his funeral.

• He can put his hand through things and walk through walls

• He has a hard time remembering the day that he was shot

Chapter 9

Sarah

Not knowing how, I find the girl’s house. It’s not a mansion but it’s nicer

than my family’s apartment. There’s a front and backyard. A porch. A

basement and two floors. Windows everywhere.

A police car is in the driveway.

A curtain flutters. I see the girl. Like magic, I float inside, into the second

floor and a pink bedroom.

The girl stumbles, falls against her dresser. She wants to scream, I can tell.

But she doesn’t.

“I recognized your picture,” she says, breathless, terrified.

“You see me? How come?”

“I don’t know.” She’s got freckles. A nervous smile. Brave, she stands up straighter.

“It’s been lonely. Not talking to anyone. Not being seen.”

“I’m lonely, too,” she says, flushing. “Sounds dumb. But I am lonely.

Ever since my dad shot you. He and my mother fight. They’re sad all the time.”

“They should be—”

“Sad? He was scared.”

“I was playing. I was the good guy.”

I was, too. Kim and me hardly ever played outside. “Gangs. Drive-bys,”

my parents always say. It was a special afternoon, me, outside, rather than stuck in the dark apartment. I told Grandma I’d made a friend. It was a fine day.

“I’m sorry,” the girl whispers.

Her sorry makes me angry. If she wasn’t a girl, I’d think about hitting her.

Dead, I can’t hit anyone. And that makes me even angrier. Her bedroom is

three times the size of mine. Decorated with a bookshelf, framed pictures, a

pink striped comforter, a TV, and a computer. I bet she doesn’t even hear

gunshots in her neighborhood.

“My dad was doing his job.”

“He said that?”

She presses her lips tight.

“He shot me.”

“My dad protects and serves. That’s what policemen do.”

“He didn’t protect me. Everybody in my neighborhood knows cops do

whatever they want.”

“That’s not true. He upholds the law.”

I grunt.

Upset, the girl rocks back on her heels.

I don’t care. Her bedroom is like cotton candy. Sickly sweet. Ballerinas on the lampshade glow. Two tiny stuffed pigs rest on the pillows. Nothing bad is

supposed to happen to whoever sleeps in this room.

“Jerome?”

I don’t answer.

“Can I help?”

I almost scream,

Can you make me alive again?

But I don’t. This girl is

crying. I’m surprised a stranger is crying for me.

“I can’t change things. You’re all over the news.”

I don’t want to be in the news. “What’re they saying?”

“Depends.”

Before I can say, “On what?” the door opens.

“Sarah, time for bed.”

“Yes, Dad.”

Multiple Choice

Who does Jerome talk to as a ghost?

• Carlos

• Kim

• Grandma

• Sarah

Multiple Choice

Who is Sarah?

• The Police Officer's daughter

• Carlo's sister

• a bully

• someone from school

Multiple Choice

What is the main conflict in the story?

• Jerome has no friends at school.

• Jerome got shot by a police officer.

• Jerome gets bullied at school.

Officer Moore is skinny with big hands and reddened eyes. He hugs his daughter, tight. I think she might break. But Sarah doesn’t pull away.

“Want to go skating tomorrow?”

“Sure, Dad.”

He kisses her forehead and I’m jealous. Who’ll ever kiss me?

“Dad? Is it true he was twelve?”

Officer Moore holds Sarah at arm’s length. “It’s a rough neighborhood.”

“Same age as me.”

“You don’t know him. You didn’t see him.” Sarah looks at me. She does see me. We’re the same height. Probably in the same grade. Seventh.

“He’s—” She points, stops, stutters. “He was my height.” Her father blinks, like he doesn’t recognize her. Like he can’t believe she’s contradicting him

Multiple Choice

How does Sarah feel about what her father did?

• She is fine with it

• She is really upset and confused

• She is happy

• She doesn't care

She plunges on. “You said he was big. Scary.”

“I was there,” he fires back. “Not you.”

Sarah lowers her eyes, clasps her hands, trembling.

Her father leaves, slamming the door.

He doesn’t hear, “Did you make a mistake?”

“No, he didn’t,” I answer.

“It must’ve been a mistake.”

“He did it on purpose.”

“No, it was a mistake.”

“Later,” I say, disgusted.

“Don’t leave.”

“Why should I stay?”

Poll

Sarah feels awful about what her dad has done to Jerome. She is battling with the thought that her dad shot Jerome for no reason and feels he may be lying.....

• True

• False

“We could be friends.”

“That’s the stupidest thing.” I’ve never had a friend like Sarah. A white

girl. I laugh, it’s so stupid. Die, and a white girl can be your friend.

“I’m not trying to be funny. Stay.”

She’s pleading. I feel sorry for her. My school doesn’t have any Sarahs.

Definitely not ones who like pigs and pink. “Got to go,” I say.

“Where?”

This catches me up short. I don’t know. I don’t even know how I go, how

I move. I just dissolve. Fade away, then appear again. Can I control that?

Beside Sarah, I feel like I’m being watched. Uneasy, I turn, try to lift the

window curtain.

Ghost boy is looking up at me. A streetlight’s glow filters through him.

He’s watching, waiting for something. From me? Sarah?

Next to me, Sarah sniffs, whimpers. “What does it feel like? Being dead?

Aren’t you supposed to go somewhere?”

Now I feel like crying. I’m sick. Homesick. But my family, even Kim,

can’t see me. I hate watching them eat cereal, fake smiling and pretending the

day is ordinary. I hate seeing where I used to sit, empty.

Who knew death was so complicated? Who knew THE END wasn’t the

end?

Multiple Choice

Does this book go back and forth in time?

• Yes

• No

“I hate school.” Sarah sits on her fluffy bed.

“What? You being bullied?” I understand bullying. Being shoved into

lockers. Humiliated.

“Some people are angry at my dad. They shout at me like I’m a bad

person. But some people...” She looks down at her hands. “Some people

think my dad’s a hero. That he was doing his job. That he’s brave and I

should be proud of him. That I’m special, lucky to be his daughter. I’m

embarrassed.”

I shudder. “I don’t believe it. Your family’s got everything. A nice life.

People celebrating you. It’s not—”

“Fair.”

Twice, she’s finished my sentence. “Later,” I say.

“I don’t want to be liked because my dad killed you.”

She looks like her dad. It’s hard looking at her. I swallow.

“Sarah. That’s your name?”

She nods. “I love Dad more than anything. But seeing you, I wonder how he could’ve—”

“Shot me?”

“Yes. Maybe someone might shoot me?”

“Naw, you’re a girl. And white.”

“Is that it? Is that true?”

I shrug my shoulders. How many times had I heard: “Be careful of police”; “Be careful of white people....” Everybody in the neighborhood

knew it. Pop told me as soon as I could read.

I sit cross-legged on the floor. No bones, no muscles, but I feel tired just the

same.

“I’m supposed to see you,” insists Sarah. “It means something. It must.”

She sits, cross-legged, beside me. Even her nails are pink. “I think I’m

supposed to help you.”

“Help me? How can you help me?”

“I don’t know.”

“My grandmother. She tells me it’s time to get going. Move on.”

“She can see you?”

“Naw, not like you. She can’t hear me either. But she senses I’m around.”

I sigh.

Sarah sighs. Two kids. One dead, one alive.

Crazy. I laugh again. Sarah smiles, then laughs with me. She knows I’m

not laughing at her. We’re both nervous. I think, if we weren’t laughing, we’d

cry.

Doesn’t feel right to be laughing when I’m dead.

I wish I’d never met Sarah.

Multiple Choice

Jerome has a philosophy at school, always... do this

• Be loud so you can be popular

• Make as many friends as you can

• Keep to yourself

• Stay with your crew so the bullies leave you alone

Multiple Select

Describe Jerome's neighborhood.

• Poor

• Rich

• Dangerous

• Safe

Multiple Choice

Why does the story change back and forth between "Alive" and "Dead"?

• Because Jerome is revealing the day of his death and what happens afterwards.

• Because it follows Jerome as he haunts his family.

• Because Carlos is telling the story of before Jerome's death and after.

Multiple Choice

Mike, Eddie and Snap are

• Jerome's friends

• the antagonists

• Kim's friends

• the protagonists

Multiple Choice

Who is Carlos?

• A bully at school

• A new student from Texas

• A new student from Wisconsin

• The main character

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