CHAPTER ONE _______________A Doctor in the Makings__________ The marketplace was a blur of colors and motion. With her mum, Malala (Pronounced Mah-lah-lah) walked amongst the sights and smells. The aromas of gasoline, fresh bread, and grilled meat filled her nose. Banners stretched from one side of the paved street to another, with words written in Urdu, the official language of the country of Pakistan. Awnings jutted out above the road. A bright red rickshaw, with one wheel in front and two wheels in the back, zoomed past a man on a motorbike, who honked loudly. More men and women scurried on foot, zigzagging between the automobiles. There was energy in the warm autumn air. A man peddled his goods. "CD'S! DVD'S! Books! That last word caught Malala's ear. She was almost done with the Twighlight series, and she'd need another book soon. Reading was important to her. Education was, in general. It was in her blood. Her father was a teacher, and even started Malala's school! Malala's mum stopped to get some spices. That's when Malala's eye caught something. She saw a girl probably seventeen. TO BE CONTINUED.................................................
