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    121 Express
    121 Express
    121 Express
    Ebook75 pages54 minutes

    121 Express

    By Monique Polak

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    The students of the 121 Express are infamous for bad behavior and Lucas knows his role on the bus will determine his social standing at his new school. Lucas is tired of being one of the nerds. When he attracts the negative attention of the cool troublemakers, he saves himself by teasing another kid. His ploy works and soon Lucas is right in the center of the mayhem on the bus. He loves his new found popularity, but when the fun and games push the bus driver to a nervous collapse and hospitalizes an elderly lady, Lucas begins to question his choices.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOrca Book Publishers
    Release dateMar 1, 2008
    ISBN9781554695614
    121 Express
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    Monique Polak

    Monique Polak is the author of more than thirty books for young people. She is the three-time winner of the Quebec Writers' Federation Prize for Children's and YA Literature for her novels Hate Mail, What World is Left and Room for One More. In addition to teaching at Marianopolis College in Montreal, Monique is a freelance journalist whose work has appeared in Maclean's Magazine, the Montreal Gazette and other Postmedia newspapers. She is also a columnist on ICI Radio-Canada's Plus on est de fous, plus on lit! In 2016, Monique was the CBC/Quebec Writers' Federation inaugural writer-in-residence. Monique lives in Montreal.

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    • 3/5
      Lucas Samson, known as “Brainiac” at his last school, decides during his first day taking the 121 Express home from Lorne Crest Academy that he will be a member of the cool group no matter what the price. In this case, the cost includes insulting the nerds on the bus and engaging in dangerous behavior. Monique Polak explores the reasons behind delinquent behavior and the emotional effects of group bullying on both the group and their victims. However, it is difficult to identify with the main character, who has continuous attacks of conscience but refuses to stop participating in the activities that make him so uncomfortable. Polak also fails to provide much depth to supporting characters, which provides the effect of distancing Lucas even from those characters who are supposed to be his friends. For the reader, this makes for a not very compelling story. This book should be considered by public libraries or middle school media libraries that are lacking content on bullying as an inexpensive addition to fill the gap.

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    I tried not to act nervous. I took a deep breath, straightened my back and stepped onto the 121 Express. Everyone says it’s hell on wheels. The principal even sent around this letter from the Transit Corporation warning that if kids on the bus don’t behave, they’ll pull the service. Then we’ll all have to walk home, which would be really bad for me since our new house is all the way in Ahuntsic. It would take me over an hour to walk home.

    The first thing I noticed when I got on the bus was the stench of sweat—and rotten eggs. I ducked when a sandwich came flying like a Frisbee and landed on the floor near my feet. When the kid behind me stepped on the sandwich, mashed-up egg salad splattered in every direction.

    I knew I didn’t have much time to pick a seat. The main thing when you’re a new kid is not to draw attention to yourself.

    It only took me a few seconds to figure out how the seating worked. The cool guys— the soccer jocks and the troublemakers—sat at the back. There were a few girls there too. One had changed out of her school kilt into skintight jeans.

    The nerds sat up front. They were easy to spot, because they stared at the floor, hoping nobody would pick on them. There was also a higher percentage of kids with glasses in the nerd section. One had a textbook propped open on his lap, but I knew he was just pretending to read. Who could read with all that noise—and sandwiches flying through the air?

    You big loser! some guy at the back hollered out the window. What? You didn’t hear me? I said you’re a big loser!

    The girl in the jeans slapped the guy sitting next to her. Don’t you touch me! she said, but then she started laughing.

    I shook my backpack off my shoulders and grabbed a spot near the middle of the bus, next to a redheaded girl. For now, I figured, the middle of the bus was about where I belonged.

    But I was planning to change that. I hadn’t exactly been popular at my old school.

    This was my new beginning—my second chance. I was going to get in with the cool guys—no matter what. It was just a matter of making my personal life my top priority.

    The redheaded girl’s Mp3 player had a peace sticker on it. She moved closer to the window when I sat down.

    I wasn’t going to stare at the floor like one of the nerds. So I stuffed my backpack under my seat and looked around—as discreetly as possible. One of the nerds, Sandeep Singh—I knew his name because he was in my English class—took a break from staring at the floor to adjust his black turban. When he saw me looking at him, he nodded.

    I looked away. The last thing a new guy needs is a nerdy friend.

    I turned around when I heard this loud peal of laughter coming from the back of the bus. It was Miss Tight Jeans. How many times do I have to tell you not to touch me, Georgie?

    How many times do I have to tell you not to touch me? the troublemakers called out, in high-pitched imitations of her voice.

    I don’t sound like that! she shrieked.

    Oh, yes you do, Kelly! That’s exactly what you sound like. ‘How many times do I have to tell you not to touch me?’ Georgie said. He had dark eyes and dark hair. I spotted a small Greek flag on the arm of his jean jacket.

    Up front, more kids shuffled onto the bus. Soon there’d be only standing room.

    Two nerdy girls elbowed each other when this guy I recognized from math got on. Look, it’s Jake, I heard one of the girls whisper. Doesn’t he look just like Zac Efron?

    I forgot my pass, Jake muttered to the driver.

    The driver ran his fingers through his thin silver hair. I can’t let you on. Rules are rules. He sounded like he’d had a rough day.

    Not even this once?

    When the driver shook his head, Jake shrugged. But before he got off the bus, he turned back to the driver. What a jerk! he called out.

    The driver didn’t say anything, but even from where I was sitting, I noticed how his cheek twitched.

    Someone slid open a window at the back of the bus. Hey, Jake! a voice called, and then whoever it was threw Jake their bus pass.

    Three seconds later, Jake was back. I found it, he said, grinning as he flashed the pass at the driver.

    Let me have a look at that picture, the

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