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191 pages, Hardcover
First published September 7, 2009
I don't like his shell necklace either, and I really don't like it when I hear him say to the girl with the red hair gathered in a ponytail, "Hey, did you get a load of the new crip sitting behind the bus driver?"
Entering the bus now is perfection. And it's not just the clothes and accessories, which make her look as though she just walked out of the pages of the coolest back-to-school catalog in the world. It's not that in a world that mostly always looks like black and white to me she's like this shocking blaze of color. It's not any of that. It's that with the cloud of long black curls, she's like some sort of dark angel. And it's that when my eyes meet hers, eyes that are the color of serene ocean, she gives me a quick smile, a nervous smile. Immediately, I recognize that she's new too, that she's nervous too.
My arm rises toward my face and the pincer touch of cold steel rubs against my jaw.
I chose hooks because they were cheaper.
I chose hooks because I wouldn't outgrow them so quickly.
I chose hooks so that everyone would know I was different, so I would scare even myself.