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    Me & Mr J – Rachel McIntyre

    ” January 1st Q. What do you give the fifiteen year old girl with no social life? A. A diary! Looks like someone did their Christmas shopping in the Ironic Gifts Department this year, eh, Gran?  Happy New Year!”  Lara is being bullied, but she cant tell anyone, because her family has gone through enough recently and her parents are only just making ends meet and getting things sorted she she can carry on going to the ‘good school’. She’s really smart but thats not something to brag about when your 16 and have no friends… at least not until Mr Jagger, the new English teacher comes along and it makes…

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    Lies We Tell Ourselves – Robin Talley

    “The white people are waiting for us.  Chuck sees them first. He’s gone out ahead of our group to peer around the corner by the hardware store. From there you can see all of Jefferson High.  The gleaming redbrick walls run forty feet high. The building is a block wide, and the windowpanes are spotless. A heavy concrete arch hangs over the two-storey wood-and-glass doors at the front entrance.  And the only thing between us and the school is the parking lot. And the white people.  It’s February 1959 and the doors of Jefferson High School have been unlocked, months later than they should have been. Despite the governors best…

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    Eleanor & Park – Rainbow Rowell

    “He’d stopped trying to bring her back.  She only came back when she felt like it, in dreams and lies and broken-down deja vu. Like, he’d be driving to work, and he’d see a girl with red hair standing on the corner – and he’d swear, for half a choking moment, that it was her.  Then he’d see that the girl’s hair was more blond than red.  And that she was holding a cigarette… And wearing a Sex Pistols T-Shirt. Eleanor hated the Sex Pistols.” Eleanor knew she was done for the moment she stepped on the bus. She knew she’d be target practice for the vultures. New in town…

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    Tease – Amanda Maciel

    “‘Did you ever have a physical confrontation with Miss Putnam?’  ‘Did what?’  ‘Did you ever have a -‘  ‘Oh. Yeah. Um, yeah, I guess there was the one time in the locker room.’  The lawyer writes this down, even though the tape recorder is on, has been on the whole time. Also, she already knows the answer to the question. Also, the law firm’s intern is taking notes, too. I shouldn’t notice how hot he is, but he’s the only good thing to look at in here.” Emma Putnam is dead, and everyone is blaming Sara. Everyone except maybe Sara herself and her best friend Brielle. They, along with three…

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    Butter – Erin Lange

    “You think I eat a lot now? That’s nothing. Tune in December 31st, when I will stream a live webcast of my last meal, Death row inmates get one. Why shouldn’t i? I can’t take another year in this fat suit, but I can end this year with a bang. If you can stomach it, you’re invited to watch… as I eat myself to death.  – Butter.”  Butter is so fat he considers himself past the point of bullying, his classmates just ignore the lump of lard sat on the specially made table at the back of the classroom. That is most of them do, some of them stick stick…

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    Waiting For Gonzo – Dave Cousins

    “Listen, G – this is important and there isn’t much time. I want you to know what really happened, because things weren’t supposed to end like this. I blame Michael Duchamp, but he’s dead, so there’s not much anybody can do to him now. When he drew a moustache and a goatee beard on a copy of the Mona Lisa – which is probably the most famous painting in the world – he said he did it becuase he wanted to challenge people’s perception of what art could be. He was lying. He did it because if was funny. Moustaches are funny. End of Story  Except in this case, G.…

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    Finding Cherokee Brown – Siobhan Curham

    “I’ve decided to write a novel. If I don’t write a novel I will kill somebody. And then I will go to jail and, knowing my lousy luck, end up sharing a cell with a shaven-headed she-he called Jeff who smokes roll-ups and thinks it’s cool to keep a fifteen-year-old girl as a slave. But if I write a novel I can kill as many people as I like with my words and never have to be anyone’s slave.” Clare is fed up. She’s got to live up to her mum’s idea of the perfect family, a family that she doesn’t even fit in to, her best friend has moved…