I Survived: The Shark Attacks of 1916

I Survived: The Shark Attacks of 1916

Lauren Tarshis

Language: English

Pages: 112

ISBN: 0545206952

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Based on true events! It's the summer of 1916 and the Jersey shore is being terrorized by a Great White shark. Can 10-year-old Chet and his friends survive a swim in the local creek?

In the summer of 1916, ten year-old Chet Roscow is captivated by the local news: a Great White shark has been attacking and killing people up and down the Atlantic Coast, not far from Chet's hometown of Springfield, New Jersey.

Then one day, swimming with his friends, Chet sees something in the water. . .

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and Cleo were cozy in their beds. In a few hours the sky would turn blue again. Barry closed his eyes…. drifting, drifting, drifting … And then his eyes popped open. It took Barry a minute to understand that he had fallen asleep. The room was dark except for a candle flickering on the corner table. The power must have gone out. He squinted at his watch: 4:35. He’d slept for hours. And something woke him up. A noise. Not the wind, which was still shrieking and moaning. Not the rain, which

the impossible happens—the Titanic hits an iceberg and water rushes in. George is stranded, alone and afraid, on the sinking ship. He’s always gotten out of trouble before … but how can he survive this? About the Author PHOTO BY DAVID DREYFUSS Lauren Tarshis is the author of I Survived the Sinking of the Titanic, 1912, and the editor of Storyworks magazine. She has also written the critically acclaimed novels Emma-Jean Lazarus Fell Out of a Tree and Emma-Jean Lazarus Fell in Love.

“You killed it?” Dewey said. The Captain shook his head. “Oh, no,” he said. “But it swam off. Disappeared. It wasn’t my time.” Then he stood up and put on his tattered captain’s hat. “I must get home now,” he said. “My sweet Deborah will be waiting for me.” Deborah was his wife. She’d been dead for at least twenty years. Chet and the guys watched him leave. Uncle Jerry had come out of the kitchen when he heard the crash of the Captain’s cup. “Poor old guy,” he said, as he swept up the

then he noticed Sid, strangely still in the creek. His face had gone white. His mouth was open, like he was going to scream. Chet’s insides turned to jelly when he saw the glistening fin moving slowly through the water. “What the …” Dewey said. “Hurry!” Chet cried “Get out!” Monty and Dewey flew out of the water. But Sid seemed stuck, hypnotized. The shark was closer to the surface now, its black eyes almost glowing. Its massive body looming. They all screamed at Sid. “Get out!” “Hurry!”

“Come on! It’s coming!” Chet heard a motor in the distance, and Captain’s Wilson’s voice shouting, “Shark! Shark in the creek! Everyone out! Shark in the creek!” Sid still didn’t budge. The shark was getting closer. Suddenly, before he had a chance to think, Chet was in the water, swimming as fast as he could toward Sid. He grabbed hold of Sid’s arm and pulled him. “Chet! Is it real?” Sid gasped. “Is it real?” “Yes, yes, hurry!” Monty and Dewey were at the edge of the dock, reaching

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