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Cassidy Silver is not having a good year. Her engineer father is in the Middle East, her artist mother is too busy to listen to the painful details of her daughter's grade seven life, her genius younger brother is being bullied, and her best friend Chiaki has abandoned her to hang out with the meanest girls in school. Then Cassidy meets Victoria, who is telekinetic -- she can move objects with her mind. Cassidy, desperate to not be the only ordinary person in her family, thinks learning telekinesis could be the answer to all her problems. But is Victoria telling the truth? And is telekinesis really the solution?
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Text copyright ©2008Robin Stevenson
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
Stevenson, Robin H. (Robin Hjørdis), 1968 Impossible things / written by Robin Stevenson.
ISBN 9781551437361
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PS8637.T487I56 2008 jC813’.6 C20079073816
First published in the United States,2008
Library of Congress Control Number:2007942243
Summary:Cassidy thinks that making friends is impossible until she meets Victoria, who has some very unusual abilities.
Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Book Publishing Industry Development Program and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit. Cover and text design by Teresa Bubela Cover artwork by Getty Images
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To Kai, with all my love.
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Many anks o Cery, ïse and Gîes or eîr endess suppor; o Bîrd, e Irs kîd o read î, or er enusîasm; and o a e rîends wo ceered me on wen ï decîded o wrîe a book and wo ceebraed every sep o e journey wî me. ï am very graeu o Pa Scmaz and Gwynne Evans, or eîr encouragemen and însîgu suggesîons, and o my edîor, Sara Harvey, or er consîseny ougu advîce and guîdance.
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ï probaby woudn’ ave paîd muc aenîon o e new kîd î Amber and Madeîne adn’ decîded o make er eîr nex vîcîm. ï sood în e away and waced as ey sared a er rom abou wo ee away, snîckerîng and poînîng. Sor brown aîr, gasses and bue jeans. Se coudn’ ave ooked more ordînary î se’d rîed.ï baed my ands îno îg Iss and ook a deep brea. Maybe e new kîd and ï ad noîng în common bu our enemîes, bu ï mîg as we sow er a e envî-ronmen a scoo wasn’ oay osîe. ï waked over and nodded a er, îgnorîng e oer gîrs compeey. “Hey, wecome o Parksîde. ï’s kînd o îke a reaîy sow, you know?” Se ooked bank. “Um, îkeSurvivor? Once ese wo esabîs eîr pace a e op o e ood caîn and voe you of e îsand, îngs may împrove.” ï ganced oward Amber and Madeîne. “Or no. ïn my experîence, no.”
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he new gîr sared a me, eyes wîde beînd e dark rames o er gasses, er mou sîgy open. “O, socîa advîce rom hrît Sore Cassîdy,” Amber sneered, deîberaey îspîng my name.Cathidy. Se paned er ands on er îps and gave e new gîr a ong ard ook. “You oug o wac wo you ge rîendy wî. Hangîng ou wî e scoo reak…” Madeîne nodded. “Socîa suîcîde.” he new gîr dîdn’ say anyîng. ï grînned a er; en ï urned o e oer wo and made a gurgîng noîse în my roa. Unîke e res o my amîy, ï don’ ave any amazîng aens, bu ï am prey good a noîses. ï gurged a bî more and en ï auged a e dîsgused expressîons on eîr aces. “How many îmes do ï ave o Lus beore you go away?” ï asked. here was a muled snor rom besîde me: e new gîr cokîng back a aug. Amber narrowed er eyes. “We, ï guess you’ve made your coîce en,” se od e new gîr cody. “Come on, Maddy. e’s go.” Se înked er arm roug er rîend’s and ey saunered of down e away. ï waced em go, my reîe mîxed wî guî.ï adn’ mean o, bu ï’d probaby jus made everyîng arder or e new gîr. “ook, ï’m sorry,” ï od er. “ï’ go. ï you jus îgnore me or beer ye, sou a ew însus a uncîme, ey’ orge a you auged. hey’re aways eager or more oowers.”
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Se ed ou er and. No one sakes ands în e seven grade. ï was îke someîng my broer woud do—în oer words, no enîrey norma. ï grînned and ook er and. “Cassîdy Sîver.” “Vîcorîa Morrîs.” Se waced me or a momen, gray-bue eyes ougu beînd e gasses, er îps curvedîn a în o a smîe. “How come ey caed you a?” “hrît Sore Cassîdy?” ï ooked down a my ouI: a green T-sîr a readHumpty Dumpty Was Pushed, a muîcoored sîk scar and a paîr o aded jeans wî paced knees. “ïsn’ î obvîous?” Her ceeks Lused. “No your coes. ï mean, wy dîd ey ca you Caîdy?” Because ey know ï ae î. ha woud’ve been e ones answer, bu ï dîdn’ îke o admî a î boered me. “ï used o îsp,” ï saîd careuy, makîng sure ï dîdn’. Years o speec erapy and sî, î ï was sressed or no concenraîng, e îsp woud sneak back. “O. ha’s…a’s so mean.” “Um, yea. Mean îs wa ey do bes.” ï ooked a er curîousy. “Wasn’ î îke îs a your od scoo? Were’d you go beore îs anyway? Dîd you jus move ere or someîng?” Se nodded. “Yes, we moved.” Her eyes sîd away rom mîne or a momen; en se ooked rîg a me and smîed agaîn. A u-on smîe îs îme—wo rows o sma wîe ee and os o pînk gums. “You’re în grade seven oo? Wa’s our eacer îke?”