Girl on the Other Side
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Short-listed for the 2010 CLA Young Adult Book Award
Tabby Freeman and Lora Froggett go to the same school, but they live in totally opposite worlds. Tabby is rich, pretty, and the most popular girl in her class. But behind closed doors, her perfect life is rapidly coming apart at the seams.
On the other side, Lora is smart, timid, and the constant target of bullies. While struggling to survive the piranha-infested halls of her school, she becomes increasingly nervous that somebody might discover the unbearable truth about whats been happening to her family.
Despite their differences, Tabby and Lora have something in common theyre both harbouring dark secrets and a lot of pain. Although theyve never been friends, a series of strange events causes their lives to crash together in ways neither could have ever imagined. And when the dust finally settles and all their secrets are forced out into the light, will the girls be saved or destroyed?
Deborah Kerbel
DEBORAH KERBEL is the author of nine novels for middle grade and young adult readers, as well as many picture books, including This House Is Home, illustrated by Yong Ling Kang; Sun Dog, illustrated by Suzanne Del Rizzo; and Swish Slosh, illustrated by Jacqui Lee. Her books have been shortlisted for the Governor General’s Literary Award and the Forest of Reading Blue Spruce Award, among others. Deborah lives in Thornhill, Ontario, with her husband, two teens and a rescue schnoodle named Alfredo.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Let's face it, high schoolers can be real assholes. Not all of course, but with the pressure to be in, sometimes the only way of being cool is by bringing others down. Girl on the Other Side by Deborah Kerbel is a short, gut-punch of a book featuring the intertwining of characters Lora Froggett and Tabby Freeman, two girls who lead drastically different lives. Tabby is basically a queen bee, think Mean Girls. Lora is a social outcast. Basically all of the kids at school would make it their mission to pick on Lora, they would trip her, call her Frog Face, make fun of her clothes. I should mention, Lora is not your average YA girl. She comes from a family with no money at all, her mom has MS, I think, so Lora has to basically take care of her siblings while her dad is working. Oh my god, let me just tell you I cried like a small child during the majority of Lora's chapters because I could relate. I was never as big of a victim as Lora was, but I dealt with mean kids when I was in high school, I come from a humble background, and yes I did babysit my sisters while my parents were at work. It's really, really hard, so I definitely love that I could relate so much to Lora.Onto Tabby, basically Tabby is a ring-leader in let's pick on Lora. Well, Tabby gets a dose of her own medicine. I loved seeing Tabby's character development, to see how her character changes. I liked Tabby, she showed me that while being rich definitely has it's perks, girls like her have their own troubles too. I feel like too often we think the grass is greener on the other side, yet never stop to think what sort of private struggles one might have.I felt this book was incredibly relevant, as so many teenagers are bullied. I hate that fact, hate it. No child deserves to have their self-esteem assaulted on a daily basis. I thought Girl on the Other Side was an emotionally-charged read. It had such a powerful message for such a short book. Unfortunately, though, I think those who could learn from the message aren't really the type who read books for fun. It is my opinion that this book has a place in all middle/high school libraries, as it's one I feel most teenagers should read, and perhaps get the message that we should treat all with kindness, because you never ever know what sort of shit they may be going through.While reading this book, I recommend grape juice, as grape juice is bitter sweet, and Girl on the Other Side had a few sweet moments interspersed with the heartbreak bitter moments.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This story is told in alternating chapters; the stories of two very different girls who meet in a very unexpected place - the stalls of the girls washroom where they are each seeking a place for a private breakdown. They have a moment where they console each other, without knowing the identity of the girl in the adjoining stall. When they emerge from their respective stalls they are horrified to discover that the two girls are at opposite ends of the social spectrum; Lola a.k.a Frog-Face, a girl constantly the victim of cruel pranks and snide remarks, and Tabby, the queen bee among mean girls and the popular elite of the school. The remainder of the book tells the inside story of each girl, and the end of the novel has them coming, once again, into contact with each other, this time at a fire where Lola's dad, a firefighter, saves the life of the person most important to Tabby. I enjoyed the descriptions of Lola's life; the exhaustion she must endure as a result of being the caregiver to her brothers and sisters. Pages 25 to 35 which both involve baths would be an excellent read aloud to show the extreme differences between the two girls and their situations. Read this for the Peel Fiction Review Committee April 2010
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Girl on the Other Side - Deborah Kerbel
Girl on the Other Side
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Deborah Kerbel
Girl on the Other Side
a novel
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Edited by Shannon Whibbs
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Kerbel, Deborah
Girl on the other side / by Deborah Kerbel.
ISBN 978-1-55488-443-8
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For my Mom
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Contents
Tuesday, May 23 — 12:09 p.m.
March 20
April 2
April 11
April 28
May 1
May 8
May 15
Tuesday, May 23 — 12:21 p.m.
June 3
June 22
Rose
Shadows
Acknowledgements
Tuesday, May 23 — 12:09 p.m.
tabby
The toilet flushes beside me. A loud, liquid sucking sound rises up from the stall and echoes off the green tiled walls of the girls’ bathroom. I peek under the door and watch as a beat-up pair of sandals trudges across the floor toward the sink. Then suddenly they’re gone.
Without even washing her hands! Ew!
I’m alone again. I breathe a deep sigh of relief, trying not to take any air in through my nose. The smells in this place are nauseating — a mix of cheap soap, bleach, and pee. I feel like I might be sick. Shifting my weight on the hard plastic seat, I check my watch for the hundredth time. Still twenty minutes left of lunch period. My butt is getting numb from sitting for so long. But I can’t go back out there. Not after what they’ve been saying about me.
The door creaks open. A moment later, a different pair of shoes appear in the stall beside me. These ones are cleaner, newer, trendier.
These ones will wash their hands, I think to myself.
The sound of a zipper, a shuffling of clothes, followed by …
I cover my ears so I won’t have to find out and swallow the sharp acid taste that’s suddenly on my tongue. Gross! I think I just threw up a bit in my mouth.
The girls’ bathroom is a disgusting place to hang out. But trust me, you’d do the same if you were in my shoes. Which, by the way, are pretty fantastic.
Kind of like how I used to be.
Suddenly, a pair of dirty sneakers flies across the green tiles and lands in the stall directly to my left. The door crashes shut and the sound of sobbing fills my ears. I lean down and examine the shoes beside me for clues as the crying quickly rises into an ear-splitting moan.
Lora
Thank God … school hasn’t been so bad lately. Not since they found someone new to pick on. Still, I’m careful to keep under the radar. At lunchtime, I choose an empty table in a quiet corner of the cafeteria and eat quickly, hoping to avoid trouble. But halfway through my sandwich it starts.
Hey, Frog-face!
I freeze mid-chew. Please leave me alone, I think, sitting perfectly still. You might not know this, but bullies are like dogs — they’ll chase you harder if you run.
Did you hear me?
Gulping the lump of cheese and bread down, I hold my breath and pretend I don’t hear … pretend it doesn’t hurt. But of course, it does. You’d think I’d be used to the teasing by now — it’s been happening ever since first grade. My eyes dart around the perimeter of the cafeteria, searching for a teacher. But there’s nobody in sight.
Hey, show some manners — we’re talking to you!
another voice calls.
I begin to quietly wrap the rest of my sandwich up, all the while imagining myself inside an invisible bubble — a magic force field where their words can’t penetrate.
But out of my peripheral vision I see a group of tough-looking boys walking toward my table. Their smiles send chills up my spine. I don’t know these boys personally, but I know their type all too well. Rough, rude, and vicious — like pit bulls, the meanest dogs of all. I ball up the remains of my lunch and jump to my feet. Instinct has taken over my body — dogs or no dogs, it’s time to start running! But the boys are too fast. They grab me by the shoulders and push me back down onto the hard wooden bench.
Jake just wants to see if he’s a prince,
they laugh, as they push me down farther. Down, down, until the back of my head smacks against the crummy, sticky cafeteria floor with a painful thud. Tiny pinpricks of light float in front of my eyes.
Stop! Let go!
I gasp. But they don’t listen. They don’t even hear me. Two of them hold my arms while the third one sits on my stomach. My half-eaten sandwich rises up in my throat. If only I could projectile-vomit on command.
Do it! Do it!
the two at my arms shout at the third. Terrified, I watch as the guy they call Jake closes his eyes, leans forward and smashes his lips down onto mine. His eyes are squeezed so tightly shut it looks like he’s in pain — like he’s the one being attacked instead of me. A second later it’s over. Releasing my arms, they stand up and walk away, leaving me lying there on the dirty floor like a piece of trash.
Damn, that’s the last time I lose a bet to you guys,
the pit bull named Jake says, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. His friends laugh and punch each other in the arms.
The world around me blurs as I pull myself to my feet and dash out of the cafeteria. Dozens of laughing faces whiz by me as I run.
Croak … croak … croak …
sing the chorus of teen-fiends at my back.
I stagger to the girls’ bathroom and lock myself in the last stall. Burying my face in my hands, I begin to sob so hard I can barely catch my breath. My life’s mantra escapes from my mouth in a low, soggy moan:
I hate them … I hate them … I hate them … I hate them …
After a couple of minutes, I grab some toilet paper and mop up my face. Trying to calm myself down in time for my next class, I inhale deeply and imagine myself far away from this place. It’s the only thing that gives me any comfort — the idea that one day soon, this will all be over.
A light tapping at the right side of the stall interrupts my thoughts.
Um … hello? You okay in there?
whispers a voice.
Okay, wait. I think we need to rewind a couple of months …
March 20
tabby
They hang on my every word … follow me around like a pack of eager puppies … treat me like some sort of rock star. Right now they’re watching me eat. I take a bite of my yogurt. Their eyes follow the spoon as it travels to my mouth. Wait and see, tomorrow they’ll all bring low-fat raspberry yogurt for lunch. Just like me.
It’s always been this way. When you belong to the richest family in town, people treat you like you’re something special. Sometimes, I believe it, too. But other times I want to yell at them. Call them idiots. Nanny Beth would call them sheep — that’s probably a better word.
Leave me alone! I feel like shouting. But instead I just smile and look cool — as usual. I take another bite of my yogurt, enjoying the smooth sweetness in my mouth for a few extra seconds before swallowing, then push the half-eaten container away and reach for my carrot sticks.
Aren’t you going to finish that?
asks Brandi, eyeing the yogurt. Annoyed, I nibble on my carrot and ignore her. For God’s sake, she’s known me long enough to know the answer to that question. No matter what I’m eating or how hungry I am, I always leave part of my meal untouched — it’s one of the food rules
Catherine insists on. Another one of her rules is that our cupboards are only filled with healthy, low-fat, low-carb choices. Catherine’s put Nanny under strict orders not to let me eat any junk food. Because, God forbid her daughter be anything but model-thin. It sounds harsh, but I’ve been eating this way for so long now, I don’t know how to stop — even when I’m at school and Catherine’s nowhere nearby.
By the way, in case you’re wondering, Catherine is my mother. I’ve been using her first name for years.
The word ‘Mommy’ makes me feel so old and stuffy, darling,
she’d said. It was the night of my sixth birthday when she was tucking me into bed. A rare event.
And anyway, I’m more of a friend than a parent, right?
I remember the way her eyes stole over to her reflection in my mirrored closet doors while she waited for my reply. I’d said yes
quickly, because I