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The girls at North Bay Academy are taking sides. It all started when Mike Parker's girlfriend showed up with a bruise on her face. Or, more specifically, when she walked into the principal's office and said Mike hit her. But the students have questions. Why did she go to the principal and not the cops? Why did she stay so long if he was hurting her? Obviously, if it's true, Mike should be expelled. But is it true?
Some girls want to rally for his expulsion—and some want to rally around Mike. The only thing that the entire student body can agree on? Someone is lying. And the truth has to come out.
An unflinching exploration of the many forms of abuse society inflicts upon women, and the strength it takes to rise above it all to claim your worth.
388 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 4, 2020
“Doing something when you’re scared is braver than doing something when you’re not.”
“Bad love is no better than not being loved at all. I think it might be worse.”
“I shouldn’t be feeling sorry for him! What kind of woman am I, worrying about what he’s going through? What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t?
“That’s the kind of person I want to be…I just don’t know if I’m strong enough to do all the things I want.”
“What kind of girl doesn’t want to get the guy in trouble? Maybe the kind of girl who stays with a guy for three more months after the first time he hit her.”
“I didn’t really see why it was less significant because it happened in high school, when we all had our lives ahead of us. If we were talking about anything else–drugs, drinking, sex–it would have been a bigger deal because we were only in high school, because we had our whole lives ahead of us, because the things that happened now would impact our futures.”
"We may suffer alone, but we survive together."
"But maybe the things that happened between us should at least shift his future. Because what happened between us changed my life."
"Mike never hurt me so badly that I needed a doctor's care. But the first slap didn't leave a bruise and the last one did. It was getting worse, not better. With our whole lives ahead of us, we had a lifetime for things to get worse, and worse, and worse still."
"Bad love is no better than not being loved at all. In fact, I think it might be worse."
That's good love. The kind of love that's there even when you're a mess, even when you're so disappointed in yourself that you can't imagine you're worth loving.