James W. Ellison books

Akeelah and the Bee

Mr. Welch’s car, washed and waxed for the occasion, was idling by the curb. “Come on, girls,” he called out. “We’re going to be late.” They piled in the car. As he roared away from the curb, around the corner, tires squealing, Akeelah said quietly, “I don’t think we’re gonna be late, Mr. Welch. E...