The Way
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Fatherless Cody LeBeau is an American Indian boy who is starting high school with the usual trepidation. He fits into none of the cliques at the new school, but somehow keeps being noticed anyway—and is often teased because of his tendency to stutter. Then his Uncle Pat, an accomplished martial arts sensei, moves into the town and becomes the one who shows Cody "the way" through the maze of adolescent doubt and into manhood.
Joseph Bruchac
JOSEPH BRUCHAC is a poet, storyteller, and author of more than sixty books for children and adults who has received many literary honors, including the American Book Award and the PEN Syndicated Fiction Award. He is of Abenaki and Slovak heritage, and lives in Greenfield Center, New York.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Good/interesting book for young adult boys, told from point of view of high schooler Cody LeBeau. His parents have separated & he & his mom have moved a number of times, so he now tries to be invisible in his newest school to avoid bullying. He daydreams of being a ninja warrior despite feeling like a klutz. We see his self-talk reinforcing his feelings of incompetence. When his uncle, a combat veteran, comes for an extended visit, he helps Cody learn the basic skill of centering. With practice, Cody gains confidence and take appropriate action when he overhears students planning a school shooting.Set on a reservation, but Native American heritage isn't a major part of the story, which should feel relevant to most boys. Each chapter opens with a koan or brief teaching from martial arts masters. I like most of Bruchac's books--the few I've read, but I'm starting to work through more of them.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Well written with the Native American characters and the Asian martial arts. Bullies and anger management. Strong story and characters.
Book preview
The Way - Joseph Bruchac
humor.
Chapter 1
NINJA DREAMS
The traveler passes.
The road remains.
—Sensei Ni
No one even notices me. No one ever notices a ninja until it is too late. Those terrorists don’t realize whose school they are messing with. They haven’t reckoned with Cody LeBeau, who has long been secretly studying every mysterious form of deadly unarmed combat. Just when those bad guys are about to start bumping off kids, I scream like an angry eagle and come flying in a la Bruce Lee in Return of the Dragon or Tony Laa in Ong Bak, Thai Warrior. It’s happening so fast that even I don’t know exactly what’s happening—except that I am knocking the guns out of their hands and subduing them one after another. Soon every single terrorist is lying at my feet, and everyone is staring at me in wonder. Even Maya.
Maya is this girl with long dark hair who I have sort of noticed from time to time. She’s in my English class. I’ve seen her reading poetry, but she’s not an Emo. You know the ones I mean. Those emotional kids who listen to the most dramatic, depressing music and wear their hair so it hangs down over their faces as they walk around sort of weeping over the unfairness of the world. Kind of the opposites of the preppy girls and the chirpy cheerleader chicks.
Maya doesn’t seem to fit into any one clique, though. She’s pretty much friendly with everyone in a non-gushy way. She’s even nodded to me now and then. I kind of like the way she pushes back her hair with one hand while she’s reading and does this little pouty thing with her lips that shows she is really thinking hard about the words on the page.
Anyway, getting back to my fantasy. Maya is staring at me. Looking up at me, her dark eyes wide.
Oh Cody!
she says, touching my arm. I never knew that you were so incredible.
Then she gasps. You’re bleeding!
I reach up to touch my chest. My warm lifeblood is flowing in a crimson stream down my perfectly tailored white shirt that has come open at the top to expose my bulging pectoral muscles, built up from all those days of secret training developing the iron-palm technique that has failed to protect me from the armor-piercing bullet fired from the last evildoer’s gun just before I knocked him out with a perfectly executed backfist. (I don’t have a white shirt now, but since I have one in my fantasy, I am clearly destined to own one. I’m not so sure about those pecs, though.)
It is nothing,
I reply with a regretful but manly smile. All it hit was my heart. I am just glad I was able to save everyone.
Then everything goes black. But only for a moment, because then I am at my funeral. Everyone is there, everyone I ever knew. The kids are all wearing black armbands, crying and carrying signs that read:
CODY, OUR HERO
WE MISS YOU, CODY
and
YOU WERE THE GREATEST
I tripped him in the lunchroom,
Brett says in a choked voice, but he gave his life for me. He was the finest man I ever knew.
I will always love him and never forget him,
Maya says between sobs.
The principal is holding up a plaque. Everyone goes silent.
He saved us all,
Mr. Ross rumbles, his voice filled with deep emotion. So, in his honor, we are renaming our school.
Then he reads the words: CODY LEBEAU HIGH,
and everyone cheers—briefly—before they go back to sobbing again.
Mom and Dad are there, of course. They are holding hands and weeping over my grave. My martyr’s death has brought them back together.
I am so proud of him,
Mom says.
Yes,
my father agrees. I am proud, too.
He pauses and shakes his head. Even though he was such a screw-up and a loser.
Screw-up? Loser? What are those words doing in my fantasy? Why, in fact, am I hearing them out loud?
Hey, screw-up! Wake up, loser,
a sarcastic voice yells.
I open my eyes. The bus is in front of me, the door open. Mike, the driver, exasperatedly beckons to me with one hand while Grey Cook—the tall, skinny Koacook kid on my bus who has already, after only my first two weeks of school, pegged me as the easiest and almost daily target for his verbal abuse—is leaning out a window. He’s making another hand gesture in my direction that is even more pointed than Mike’s weary wave.
Yo, loser,
Grey hoots, nappy-nap’s over. Climb on duh bus.
Fists of impotent fury clenched at my side, I climb on, but not without stumbling on the second step and scraping my knee.
Yet another glorious, new day.
Chapter 2
NO ONE SITS
WITH ME
Expect nothing.
Rejoice when you get it.
—Sifu Sahn
The one good thing about the ride to school is that I can have a little privacy. No one ever sits with me on the bus. It’s a new bus with lots of room in it. All the buses in the district are new because of the casino. It has pumped so much money into the community as a whole—not just the Koacook Tribe—that they don’t have to make do with a fleet of aging and overcrowded yellow clunkers like the perennially backfiring rusty cattle cars they called buses back at my last school. They only had a dozen buses for the whole junior high, and they packed them like cattle cars, chugging from one trailer park to the next. I had to get up an hour and a half before school because the bus ride was so long.
That wasn’t as hard for me as it was for some kids. Mom always got me up early. My grampa told me you have to greet the new day along with the first songs of the birds,
she would say back then. But these days she finds herself going to bed just as I am getting up. The newest hires at the casino get stuck with the graveyard shifts and the hours no one else wants. This week hers are from 8 P.M. until 5 A.M.
My morning bird songs are now lullabies,
she said this morning.
I smiled back at her, as if it really was a funny joke and not another example of how upside-down our lives have become since Dad decided to make his life as an over-theroad trucker separate from ours.
A year before we moved here, Dad started looking off into the distance whenever he was home. He and Mom stopped making eye contact. I read their body language like it was an open book. Even though I wanted to scream when he said it, it didn’t surprise me when he said he’d signed on for more long-haul assignments. Trucking lettuce from the San Fernando Valley to Boston. Turning around for another four-day run and not ever coming home. Not when Mom and me were living up near Green Bay. Not even down here to the Koacook Rez—even though we’re just an hour’s drive from Beantown.
It doesn’t feel much like a family now that it’s just Mom and me. The only relatives I know now are from Mom’s stories about them.
I wish I’d known Mom’s grampa. Just from the stories she’s told me that he passed on to her, he must have been really cool. But he died of diabetes way before I was born. So did my grandparents on both sides of my family. Well, not exactly. Actually only one of them died of diabetes, and one of my grandmothers lived to see me as a toddler. Grandfather LeBeau was taken by cancer, and Grand-mother LeBeau died in a car accident. Mom’s dad, Grampa Wadzo, was, we assume, a casualty of that long-ago war that was fought in Vietnam.
Did you notice that I said that we assumed Grandfather Wadzo died in Vietnam? He went MIA during the withdrawal of American troops in 1972 and was never found. Mom was born three months after he disappeared, and Grama Wadzo was only eighteen years old. She’d married him while he was home on leave. She must have loved him, though, because she just kept waiting for him to return, and she never got married again.
Grama Wadzo was the only one of my ill-fated grandparents that I ever met. I am pretty sure I remember her holding me when I was two years old. Grama Christine. A warm, round face smiling down at me. She lived just long enough to get snuffed out by a heart attack at the ripe old age of forty. Nowadays nobody seems destined to survive past the age of forty on either side of my family.
Mom says that back in the old days, before people ate all this sugar and white bread, when we lived off the land, our people lived a very long time. To live for over a hundred winters was no big deal. Some of them were like those Taoist monks in China who lived so long they were called Immortals. Like Pai Mei in Kill Bill. Brown rice and green tea and exercise and deep breathing. That was their secret for living two or even three hundred years. None of that candy and junk food and soda pop in their diet. Like the stuff that they sell in the vending machines just outside the cafeteria at Long River High.
Memo to self: Add brown rice to grocery list. I think they have that, at least, in the Price Giant. (As soon as Mom has the car paid off and she’s gotten ahead on the rent for the trailer, she says she plans on budgeting extra money so we can get some of the items I’ve been lecturing her about from the one health food store in town. But for now I can make a first step toward immortality with brown rice. And get Mom on that diet, too. She’s almost thirty-five, which means she is