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    The Lost and The Found – Cat Clarke

    “She knows. She definitely knows.  I’m not sure how she knows. I’m not stupid enough to keep a diary, and I’m not one of those weirdos who’s all Mum’s-my-best-friend-and-we-tell-each-other-everything. Perhaps its some kind of sixth sense, unique to mothers?  It’s there in her eyes every time she looks at me. The problem is, I can’t tell how she feels about it. Why can’t that show up in her eyes too? Is she angry? Disappointed? Disapproving? Resigned? A little bit proud?” The day after Faith loses her virginity is the day her life changes forever, but not in the way she might have thought. Her older sister, the sister her parents…

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    Secrets, Scheme and Sewing Machines blog tour: extract and review

    The textiles classroom was close to the drama room, but it wasn’t somewhere I’d spent a lot of time before – not since my last textiles class in Year Nine. I had a horrible feeling that Miss Cotterill was probably still going to remember the hideous stuffed whale thing I made in that class. I just hoped she wouldn’t mention it in front of Connor.  “You want to join Sewing Club?” Miss Cotterill peered over her tiny glasses at me. “Are you sure?” Connor was silently laughing behind me. I couldn’t see him, but I just knew. “Very.” I tried out my best “I know what I’m doing” smile. It…

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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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    The Castle – Sophia Bennett

    “What is wrong with this picture?  It’s Saturday afternoon. We’re in the small, ancient church of St Thomas the Martyr in Winchelsea, where my granny does the flowers, and where I was christened fourteen years ago.  I’m in a satin dress. An old-fashioned bridesmaid’s dress with a sash. It’s apricot satin, apparently. Or peach. Some soft fruit or other. And it comes down to my ankles. Did I mention the sash? There are no words.” Peta is watching her mother marry a family friend, just a year after her dad has been declared dead, when she gets a phone call. Its not great timing but the caller, who she doesn’t…

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    Louder Than Words – Laura Jarratt

    “When I grow up I want to be a writer. I guess a lot of people my age say that and I also guess they’re told that fourteen isn’t old enough to know what you want to do with your life. That might be correct for some people, but not for me – I do know and it’s a really important deal for me.  I love words. I love the pattern they form on a page, the rhythms, the way they dance in formation: a ballet in one book, hip hop in another, or tap, jazz, all different.” Rafi loves words, but she cannot speak them. A progressive mute she…

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    Memoirs of a Neurotic Zombie – Jeff Norton

    “My name is Adam Meltzer. The last thing I remember was being stung by a bee while swinging at a robot-shaped piñata on my twelfth birthday. I was dead before the candy hit the ground.  That’s right, I’m dead. But I’m alive… ish. The ‘ish’ is important. I’m the walking dead. Talking too. Its awkward and gross, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.”  Adam is dead. He has crawled out of his coffin, dug his way out of his grave and is dropping soil all over his mums new carpet. He hates himself for this – and hang on, new carpet?! He is disgusted at his new zombie…

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    Confessions of an Almost Girlfriend – Louise Rozett

    “‘JUMP, FAGGOT! JUMP!’ And just like that, summer is over.  Symbolically, anyway.  I’ve been at this party for sixty seconds and already the tyranny of the swim thugs is so suffocating, it’s like I never even had any summer break to detox from freshman year.  Not that summer can be really considered a break when you spend the whole thing either folding clothes at the Gap on in therapy. With your mother.” Last year Rose was bullied,the centre of attention for all the wrong reasons and was still coming to terms with her fathers death. Its safe to say her first year at Union High was a disaster. Determined to…

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    High & Dry – Sarah Skilton

    “I wasn’t invited, but I showed up to the party anyway so I could talk to Ellie Chen and find out why she dumped me two weeks ago It was a choir party at Maria Posey’s place, in celebration of killing it at the state qualifier yesterday, so I figured Ellie and her songbird friends would be there.”  When one of the Choir girls is dropped off at hospital in a severe state after OD’ing on LSD, Charlie is number one suspect, after all if was his car which did the dropping off. Charlie knows he didn’t do it but with no one else taking his side and the only…

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    Through Dead Eyes – Chris Priestley

    “The plane dipped out of dazzling sunshine into a grey mass of cloud. Beads of rainwater scurried diagonally down the glass, trembling as they did so. The wing tip was obscured and revealed and obscured once again in rapid succession as the plane descended through the formless murk of cloud, until a darkened landscape was laid out beneath them.”  Arriving in a dark, damp Amsterdam, Alex isn’t convinced this trip will be any fun. His dad will be spending most of the time working and he’ll be bored. That is until he finds out Angelien, his dad’s editor’s daughter, has offered to keep him company. On their first day in…

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    Blood Donors – Steve Tasane

    “Monday mornin’ first lesson a bedbug crawls right outta my ear and down my neck.  I’m already sore at my boy Mustaph cos he don’t ever do nothin’ but sleep, see? I think he’s suffering from bein’ sad, cos he spend half his life in bed, and it all wrong cos we be fifteen which is the primetime, yeah? We be hittin’ on girls and playin’ our beats and footie and crazy stuff on computer, but only if ol’ Mustaph can drag his dozy head out from under his duvet – that boy win Olympic Gold for sleepin’.” It all starts when a bug crawls out of Marshals ear, the…