It was morning. It was spring, and raining, and Tuesday. Eugene was old enough to dress himself. He went -
was it? EugeI1e checked. Humph. He couldn't tell. And anyway, who cared? So his shirt was on backwards - so what? He frowned at his big sister.
"This is my story," he said. He started again.
Excerpted from Eugene's Story by Richard Scrimger. Text copyright © 2003 by Richard Scrimger, Illustrations copyright © 2003 by Gillian Johnson. Excerpted by permission of Tundra Books. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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