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Hit Squad

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This is Mickey’s first year at Grandview High. After transferring, all he wants to do is keep his head down, work hard and fit in with the upscale crowd. Because of his tough reputation, he is approached to join a group of students to take back the school from the bullies. Mickey finds himself caught up in a shadowy world of violence and retribution. When their planned payback goes horribly wrong, Mickey is forced to acknowledge the thin line between victim and victimizer.
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HIT SQUAD
JA MES HENEGHAN
Hit Squad
James Heneghan
I would like to acknowledge Bruce McBay’s considerable contribution to this book. —J.H.
Copyright © 2003 James Heneghan
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
Heneghan, James, 1930 Hit squad / James Heneghan.
(Orca soundings) ISBN 10: 1551432692 / ISBN 13: 9781551432694
I. Title. II. Series. PS8565.E581H57 2003 jC813’.54 C2003910687X PZ7.H3865Hi 2003
First published in the United States,2003Library of Congress Control Number:2003105879
Summary: Students in an upscale high school decide to take on the bullies and take back their school, with decidedly mixed consequences.
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.
Orca Book Publishers PO Box 5626, Stn. B Victoria, BCCanadaV8R 6S4
Orca Book PublishersPO Box 468Custer, WA USA982400468
www.orcabook.com Printed and bound in Canada. Printed on 100% PCW recycled paper. 13 12 11 10 • 8 7 6 5
For my granddaughter Margaux.
C h a p t e r O n e
Friday afternoon, ninth-grade art class, înal period. Two girls spat sunower seeds at the blue-eyed blond. Birgit Neilsen, the blond girl, tossed her ponytail. “Cut it out!” She shook the sticky seeds from her hair and spun around to face her tormentors. “Slobs!” Her eyes were like ice.
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The girls at the next bench, Shelley Crewell and Mona Teasedale, eyed each other in mock horror. “Did you hear that, Shell?” said Mona, the bigger girl. Black mascara circled her eyes. She looked like a raccoon. Shelley acted shocked. “Ooooh, Mona!” Shelley’s dark hair was streaked with a single white skunk stripe across the top of her head from front to back. Mona said, “She called us slobs! We’re not slobs, are we, Shell?” “No, Mona, we’re not! If anyone’s a slob around here it’s Miss Superior. If you ask me…” Shelley whispered into Mona’s ear. Mona’s laughter erupted in a splut-tering giggle that sent a spray of wet sunower seeds into Birgit’s hair. “You two animals belong in a zoo,” Birgit hissed. She snatched up her work and moved out of range.
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“It’s not me,” Shelley lied. “I’m eating a Mars bar. Look!” She held up a chocolate bar, still in its wrapper. Her eyes were wide and innocent. “What’s the trouble here?” The art teacher was a big man with a beard and brown hair that fell below his collar. “Shelley? Mona? You planning on working today?” Except for their jaws, the two girls didn’t move. They chewed sunflower seeds. “Well?” “Sure, Mr. Paddock.” Mona eased her feet off the stool and slouched against the bench. Shelley followed suit with exaggerated slowness. “And sunower seeds are forbidden in here. You know that. Stay behind after class and clean that mess off the floor.” As Mr. Paddock moved away, Mona jerked a finger at his retreating back. Shelley sniggered.
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On the bench next to Mona and Shelley, a girl named Jessie Jones was busy making tiny clay pellets. She îred them through a pen barrel at a boy named Dietrich Mueller, two rows in front of her. She wore a reversed base-ball cap and a T-shirt that hadKill!written in black letters on it. D i e t r i c h t u r n e d a n d g r i n n e d . “Who keeps doing that?” he asked, looking at everyone behind him. He looked at Jessie. “It’s you, isn’t it?”He giggled. Jessie looked innocent. “Deet? You talking to me?” Dietrich giggled again. “I know it’s you, Jess. I know it’s you.” Dietrich didn’t fully understand why people called him Deet. He thought it was simply a friendly way of saying his name. He didn’t know that it was the common name of an insect repel-lent. “How are the ies today, Deet?”
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kids asked him. Dietrich always laughed, thinking they were being friendly. Deet was a friendly boy. Jessie answered, “It’s not me, Deet. Must be the mosquitoes, huh?” Deet laughed and went back to his clay sculpture. Jessie looked at Shelley. “What’s with her highness there?” She nodded in Birgit’s direction. “You mean Miss Superior? She thinks she’s too good for the rest of us,” said Shelley. “Called us slobs. Ain’t that right, Mona?” “We should teach her a lesson,” grunted Mona. “Yeah, why not?” said Shelley. “We Creekside girls gotta stick together.” “Get her in the stockroom,” Jessie suggested. “And then what?” asked Mona. “Paint her pretty colors,” laughed Shelley.
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“You gotta get her in the stockroom first,” said Jessie. “Leave her to me, okay?” She headed for Birgit’s bench. “I saw what they did, Birgit,” she said. “The sunower seeds, I mean. You’re right. They are a couple of slobs.” Birgit didn’t look up from her work. “Forget it.” Jessie acted friendly and concerned. She gently brushed a few seeds off Birgit’s back. “Birgit, do you know where in the stockroom they keep the paper towels? My bench just ran out.” “They’re in a cardboard box at the back beside the…” “Be a sweetie and help me find them?” Birgit stopped working and looked around. Mona was busy joking with Shelley. She shot a glance at the other students. Normal. Her hands were covered in wet clay. She tore paper towels off the roller. Wiping the clay
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