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My Side
My Side
My Side
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My Side

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When quiet, shy Addie is lured into the woods, she is convinced she is going to die. She quickly finds out that there are worse things than terror—things like betrayal at the hands of her best friend and public humiliation in front of the entire school.

Neely, Addie's ex-best friend, is tired of the same old life and the same old friends. She is ready to take some chances to re-invent herself. Is she also ready to win new friends at the expense of old ones?

There are two sides to every story, and it's impossible to know the truth until you've heard them both. But sometimes you don't ever learn the other side of the story. What drives these two friends apart? Who is right and who is wrong? You'll only know if you read both sides.
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Release dateSep 1, 2013
ISBN9781459805132
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Norah McClintock

Norah McClintock won the Crime Writers of Canada's Arthur Ellis Award for crime fiction for young people five times. She wrote more than sixty YA novels, including contributions to Seven (the series), the Seven Sequels and the Secrets series.

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    Reading level 4.1, exciting, relevant to middle-school girls (and probably high school). Issues include betrayal, not knowing the truth, bullying, teenage girl manipulation, classism, etc. It's a must-have for a middle school library and it meets the needs of the girls whose reading level excludes them from all of the popular books.

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My Side - Norah McClintock

My Side

My Side

Norah McClintock

Copyright © 2013 Norah McClintock

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced

or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including

photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now

known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.

Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication

McClintock, Norah

My side [electronic resource] / Norah McClintock.

(Orca soundings)

Electronic monograph.

Issued also in print format.

ISBN 978-1-4598-0512-5 (PDF).--ISBN 978-1-4598-0513-2(EPUB)

I. Title. II. Series: Orca soundings (Online)

PS8575.C62M97 2013         jC813’.54         C2013-901875-1

First published in the United States, 2013

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013935297

Summary: When Addie is publicly humiliated, it is terrible,

but when she finds out her best friend was involved, it is almost unbearable.

Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing

programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through

the Canada Book Fund and the Canada Council for the Arts,

and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council

and the Book Publishing Tax Credit.

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Contents

Addie’s Story: Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Neely’s Story: Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Addie’s Story

Chapter One

I stand at the curb and stare straight ahead. I am trembling all over. This is no exaggeration. My knees are shaking. My hands are shaking. My fingers are dancing, and there is nothing I can do to calm them. I am like a little kid shivering after being in the water too long, except that my lips aren’t blue and my skin isn’t wrinkled like a prune. Also, I’m nowhere near the water, even though I feel as if I am drowning. I can barely breathe.

Maybe this isn’t a good idea, my dad says. He’s been saying it for days.

I shake my head. We agreed.

I think you’re underestimating—

I’m not. I snap the words at him like rocks launched from a slingshot. And there it is—a combination of anger, tension and terror. If I close my eyes, I am sure I will see a question flashing at me in neon letters—Why are you doing this?

Everyone has been saying the same thing to me—my mom, my dad, my brother by email from university, my grandma down in Phoenix, my doctor. Addie, don’t. They’re like a chorus.

But if I don’t do this, where does that leave me?

Who will I be then?

I’m late, but not really. It was planned this way—not by me, but by my dad—so I would get there without everyone staring at me. I went along with it, relieved.

Maybe we should go in together, my dad says.

We talked about this. Mostly I had done the talking. I’m going alone.

Before my dad can say another word, I walk away from the curb, across the wide interlocking-brick patio, past the row of garbage bins and toward the entrance. My hand is still trembling when I reach out to push open the center door. My stomach heaves when I step into the empty foyer lined with glassfronted displays of athletic trophies and team photographs. I hold my breath when I get close to the school office.

The entire outer wall of the office is glass. I could look in if I wanted to, but I tell myself I don’t want to. Still, my head turns automatically, and I spot Ms. LaPointe, one of the viceprincipals, standing behind the counter. She sees me and nods. Then she turns to look at Mr. Michaud, the principal, who has just come out of his office. He follows her gaze to me. He seems surprised, even though he was told I would be here today. Maybe he thought I wouldn’t show. Maybe he thought I wouldn’t have the nerve. Who can blame him? I wasn’t sure myself until a couple of minutes ago.

I walk up the stairs to the second floor, trying to ignore the shakiness in my knees and the churning in my stomach. The hall is deserted. Classroom doors on both sides are shut. Everyone is already inside.

I don’t go to my locker. I have everything I need in my backpack. The classroom I’m headed for is at the end of the hall. As I walk toward it, the hall seems to get longer and longer, as if I’m in a nightmare and no matter how far I walk, I’ll never get where I’m going.

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