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When Cassie comes to Vancouver from Australia for an intensive summer program at a prestigious ballet school, she finds it hard to fit in. A clique of girls who have been at the school a long time don't want the newcomers to get any attention. At first Cassie tries to go along to get along, but when she realizes that some of the visiting summer students are being bullied and threatened, and that she herself is being sabotaged, she finally speaks out, and finds out how far some girls will go to succeed.
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A t i t At itude tude
Robin Stevenson
Attitude Robin Stevenson
Copyright ©2013Robin Stevenson
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Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Stevenson, Robin, 1968 Attitude [electronic resource] / Robin Stevenson. (Orca limelights)
Electronic monograph. Issued also in print format. isbn 9781459803831 (pdf).isbn 9781459803848 (epub)
I. Title. II. Series: Orca limelights (Online) ps8637.t487a77 2013jc813’.6 c2013901909x
First published in the United States,2013 Library of Congress Control Number:2013935387
Summary:Fitting in at her new ballet school turns out to be more painful for Cassie than breaking in a pair of pointe shoes. 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.
Design by Teresa Bubela Cover photography by Dreamstime
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DedîcaTed, wîTh much graTîTude, To Three înspîrîng young dancers: Sasha Beardmore, Alyssa Beatîe and Sophîa HarrîngTon
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or as ong as ï can remember, bae as been baFrre a my Irs cass—a scrawny red-eaded e cener o my îe. On oûr îvîng room wa, ere’s a poo o me cûcîng e oûr-year-od în a back eoard, sqûînîng oû rom beînd bûe pasîc gasses. Sînce en, ï’ve worked and sweaed and sreced and sraîned roûg oûsands o essons and endess oûrs o pracîce. here îs noîng în îs word ï wan more an o be a dancer. Wa ï’m doîng rîg now soûd be—no, îîs—a dream come rûe. So wy am ï so scared? ï wrap my arms aroûnd myse, sîverîng ûnder e în gray aîrpane banke, and e myse serny o smaren ûp.
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Be sTrong,Cassandra, Peer od me a e end o cass ree nîgs ago. You’ll be ine, my mom saîd as se ûgged me goodbye a e aîrpor. BeTTer Than fîne, Dad saîd, wînkîng a me. Cassîe’s goîng To show Those Canadîan gîrls ThaT AusTralîans can danceAnd e cracked me ûp by aTempîng o do an arabesqûe and aîng over rîg ere în e deparûres area. Bû now, as e pane bûmps down ono e rûnway, a cod, empy eeîng seTes în e pî o my somac, and ï ave o bînk away my ears. ï ûrn my ace oward e wîndow so e man în e nex sea won’ see me cryîng. he pane sows, ûrns and Inay comes o a sop. ï preend o be very îneresed în e gray sky and e raîn. ï doesn’ ook mûc îke sûmmer. ï’m jûs arrîvîng and aready ï am omesîck. How am ï goîng o cope wî oûr weeks o îs?
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ï’ve never raveed aone beore, and ï’m scared ï wî ose my passpor or ge os, bû ï manage o ge of e pane and Ind e baggage-caîm area
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wîoû any dîsasers. ï ad ree sops on e way rom my ome în Adeaîde, Aûsraîa, o my desînaîon în Vancoûver, Canada, so ï’m geTîng ûsed o aîrpors. ï ee nûmb and a îTe sîck, bû ï’m no sûre î î’s rom excîemen or je ag. ï wac e sûîcases and backpacks gîde pas on e conveyor be and wîs ï coûd îe down on e loor and go o seep rîg ere. ï spo my bûe dûfe bag and eave î ono my soûder. e weîg o î îs comorîng— my dance coes, ree paîrs o bae sîppers, my jûs-broken-în poîne soes, my new jeans, a ew poos o my rîends and parens, and Jackîe, my od sûfed bear. ï wasn’ goîng o brîng îm, bû a e as mînûe ï canged my mînd and sqûeezed îm în. ï ead roûg cûsoms, scan-nîng e crowd o peope mîîng aroûnd e arrîvas area, and î sûddeny occûrs o me a aoûg my os amîy îs sûpposed o be ere o mee me, ï ave no îdea ow we wî Ind eac oer. ï esîae, ryîng no o panîc, and en ï ear someone ca my name. ï ûrn and see a a dark-aîred woman wavîng a me. e sîgn se îs odîng reads WELCOME CASSANDRA JORDAN. ï bow oû a
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îny brea o reîe and cross e sor dîsance beween ûs. Mrs. Harrîson ooks jûs îke se dîd în e amîy poograp se emaîed o ûs, sender and eegan în a lowîng skîr and sor ITed jacke. he ong-aîred gîr sandîng besîde er mûs be er daûger, Edîe, wo îs oûreen— e same age as me. “Cassandra. Wecome.” Mrs. Harrîson gîves me a qûîck ûg beore eanîng away and sûdyîng me, aûgîng. “We woûd ave recognîzed yoû anywere, woûdn’ we, Edîe?” “Yoû don’ ook mûc îke yoûr poograp,” Edîe says. “ï be,” ï say rûeûy. My poo îs a gossy ead so—we ad o send pîcûres as par o oûr appîcaîon package o e scoo. “ï’m a mess.” “ï dîdn’ mean a,” Edîe says, er ceeks ûrnîng pînk. “Yoû ook Ine,” Mrs. Harrîson says brîsky. “And ï’d ave spoed yoû even wîoû a poograp. Yoû ook îke a dancer, doesn’ se, Edîe?” Edîe nods bû doesn’ say anyîng. Mrs. Harrîson gîves a sor aûg. “We, yoû do, Cassandra. ï’s e way yoû od yoûrse.
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Lovey posûre.” Se akes my dûfe bag rom me. “Come on. ï be yoû’re dyîng or a o sower.” “Dyîng o go o bed, acûay,” ï admî. “ï’ve never been so îred în my îe.” ï oow em o e parkîng o and sîde îno e back sea o eîr wîe mînîvan. Ony weny mînûes o eîr oûse, Mrs. Harrîson es me. ï sneak a gance a Edîe’s proIe. Se’s preTy, wî creamy skîn and gossy dark aîr îke er moer, bû se’s no exacy caTy. Se seems reay sy. My oûgs are dîsjoîned, dream-îke.Mrs Harrîson îs beauTîful I wonder îf my new hosT famîly has a dog Dad looked so funny doîng ThaT arabesque aT The aîrporT, wîTh hîs bîg belly sTîckîng ouT Classes sTarT on Monday I hope I lîke Canada. Nex îng ï know, Mrs. Harrîson îs oûcîng my soûder. “Cassandra? We’re ere.” ï srûgge oû o a îck, eavy seep. “Here?” “Oûr oûse. Yoûr new ome or e sûmmer.” Se smîes. “Yoû were aseep beore we î e îgway. Yoû poor îng. ï aed o wake yoû, bû yoû can’ seep oû în e drîveway.” My cûrîosîy aboû îs pace pûses e og o seep away îke a srong breeze cearîng coûds
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