I Survived Books Reading Level Novels & Stories

He looked at Egan and asked, "I heard Finn say you guys have an old book. Can I read it?" "Oh, of course." Egan went to a corner of the cave, brought out an old wooden box, and set it down in front of Uri. "This is the book Finn said." He took from the wooden box a faded leather-bound book and gave it to Uri. Despite knowing the book's contents, Uri still felt nervous when holding it in his hands. He read ancient words; his hand touched the pages of antique books, and the old smell of the years wafted on his nose. It gave him a feeling like he was back three thousand years ago.

Since then they always come here and play or read my book collection. Luke was currently reading Survival of the Fittest by Jonathan Kellerman. I recommend the book to him saying that he'll like the genre, although I might say that it was a psychological conditioning to help him view the world a little differently, and what I mean is the way I wanted him to see it.

Every minute we spent in this house, the risk of a slip-up grew. I looked down at the workbooks. *Grade K Math. Phonics Level 1.* These were the tools of a normal life. A life where success was measured by gold stars and learning to tie your shoes, not by how fast you could run or how hard you could bite. I needed to keep him in this mindset. I needed him to stay "Sarah Miller’s" son.

And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life. I felt like I was thrown into the depth of ocean from where I can never survive from its strong wave of tide no matter how much I tried to save myself I was lost and wounded. I lost the meaning of living a happy life; I lost the hope that somebody would come and save me from this abused and damned life; I had given up at this point.

The crowd erupted in quiet cheers, whistles, claps, and laughter—joy sweeping through the clearing like sunlight breaking through clouds. I found myself smiling so wide my cheeks ached. Tonight, we remembered. And tonight, we celebrated. We were more than survivors—we were something new. And we were just getting started. *Note from the author* Book two Starts in the next chapter. "What Rose From the Ashes" I hope everyone has enjoied reading "What Survived the Burn" as much as I have enjoied writing it. This is why I see no other way than to begin book two...

How had not even a single one of them succeeded? I shook my head at Isolde, trying to warn her to wait and see. But she patted my hand and reassuringly said, "Someone has to go first. Even if I fail, we all survive as long as someone in our class makes it. "Don't worry. I'll definitely bring back good news."

Frank asked, glancing in his direction, and Ivaan turned to face him. “No,” He said and opened the book he was holding in his hand. “You’re reading ‘The Alchemist’? The reading level is grade seven, I think?” Frank said, and he hoped Ivaan would interact more with him. “It’s full of life lessons. Such books give me hope everything will turn out well in the end,” Ivaan said and Frank actually didn’t expect such an answer from a nine-year-old. “I am amazed. Now I know why your mom calls you a wonder boy!” He smiled, but it didn’t have any effect on Ivaan and now Frank was losing patience as they were close to his school.

The whole room went dead silent. A few classmates crouched beside their desks slowly stood and looked out the windows. We were on the third floor, with thick grass right below. Rainee stood at the front of the room. "Kayla, I know you've never liked me, but people's lives are at stake. Everyone knows the triangle zone is safe. You're really risking everyone just to argue with me? We're three floors up. Jump, and you'll either die or end up crippled. Throw your own life away, but don't drag everyone down with you!"

I said. In my past life, I'd witnessed too many occasions of humans turning out to be more savage than zombies when they wanted to eat. They would do everything they could to get a mouthful of food. After the zombie outbreak, morals and laws meant nothing. Survivors would do anything to stay alive. The bad memories made me tremble uncontrollably, but a warm hand on my cheek pulled me back to my senses. Mom said gently, "Things must've been hard for you, sweetheart."

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w