Read the excerpt from "Freedom Riders.”They didn’t know I was only sixteen. That’s what went through my mind as the bus doors opened and the group of us, lined up in the hot sun along the side of the bus, began to move forward. I knew I looked old for my age. But maybe, if they knew the truth, they’d kick me out. Maybe I should let the truth slip out so they would kick me out. But I knew I wouldn’t. I was determined to be a part of this ride, because this ride was going to make a difference. And I couldn’t stand it if things stayed the same as they were.