“Don't puke. That’s what Oscar had been telling himself for the past 9 hours as the train chugged and swayed and jerked its way towards Chicago. They’d crossed four hundred miles of wide prairie. Four hours, Oscar had been staring out of the window. There had been nothing to see but shoulder high grass and a few scrawny buffalo that seemed to wave goodbye to Oscar with there swishing tails.
Now that they were geting closer to the city, Oscar couldnt bear to look . He slouched down in his seat and glued his eyes to his dusty boots. "Are you feeling all right, Oscar?" Mr.Morrow said. "Im fine" Oscar lied. "Such a long trip." Mama said her freckled face shining with excitement. " I feel like we're heading up to the moon!"
Mama and Mr.Morrow both laughed, but nothing seamed funny to Oscar. So much had happend thies past few weeks. He was in a state of shock. Mama had married Mr.Morrow. They had sold the Minnesota farm where Oscar had lived his entire life. And now they were to a strange city that might as well be on the moon.
No wonder Oscar felt sick. Of cource the real nightmear happend two years ago, when Papa died. He was killed in a vicious blizard, a wall of ice and snow and wind that slamed in to their praire town with no warning. Papa had been trying to get home. His wagon crashed into a tree in the blinding snow. Even now, Oscar couldnt believe that Papa was gone." Ok guys that is all I will read. If you want to read it this book will be back in the libary. Hoped you enjoyed and see you later. Peace