Ebook {Epub PDF} A Boy Called Duct Tape by Christopher Cloud

Christopher Cloud is the author of the book, Chapter 1. I thought I was drowning. Local Boy, 12, Drowns in James Creek. If I drowned, I hoped Mom would bury me along side Dad in James Cemetery, a tidy patch of green overlooking the creek. Maybe Father Ramos from our church could say a prayer or two. (Thinking about my Dad made me sad.  · A Boy Called Duct Tape by Christopher Cloud Pablo Perez is a year-old kid without much going for him. His classmates have dubbed him “Duct Tape” because his tattered discount-store sneakers are held together with you guessed it, duct tape. He can’t escape the bullying/ A Boy Called Duct Tape By Christopher Cloud To My Mother and Father All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely.

A Boy Called Duct Tape Apr 6, by Christopher Cloud Paperback. $ More Buying Choices $ (6 Used New offers) (). Author, Christopher Cloud is pleased to announce the release of his juvenile fiction novel, A Boy Called Duct Tape. This story follows a young boy's journey on his search for the Jesse James treasure. Pablo Perez is a year-old kid without much going for him. His classmates have dubbed him "Duct Tape" because his tattered discount-store. A Boy Called Duct Tape by Christopher Cloud; A Larger Universe by James Gillaspy; Dogs, dogs, Dogs by Anne J. Emerick; Beautiful, Magical, Amazing BALLET; I Love My abc's (A Little Pup Book) by Mary Lee; Jake Johnson And The Journey To Olympus; Liam, Are You Sleepy Yet? Mama Midwife: A Birth Adventure by Christy Tyner; Piddles the Penguin by.

A Boy Called Duct Tape | Christopher Cloud | download | Z-Library. Download books for free. Find books. “A Boy Called Duct Tape is a beautifully written story. Christopher Cloud has created characters who bring the story to life. Christopher Cloud has created characters who bring the story to life. I loved the three children, Pablo, Pia and Kiki, with their witty dialogue which made me laugh out loud. Local Boy, 12, Drowns in James Creek. If I drowned, I hoped Mom would bury me along side Dad in James Cemetery, a tidy patch of green overlooking the creek. Maybe Father Ramos from our church could say a prayer or two. (Thinking about my Dad made me sad. I don’t know how I could have been thinking about my Dad because I was drowning, but I did.).