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Sticks and Stones

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Jujube is thrilled when Brent asks her out. She is not so happy when the rumors start flying at school. Pretty soon her name is showing up on bathroom walls and everyone is snickering and sniping. When her mother gets involved, Jujube’s reputation takes another hit. Deciding that someone has to take a stand, Jujube gathers all the other girls who are labeled sluts, and worse, and tries to impress on her fellow students the damage that can be done by assigning a label that reduces a person to an object.
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STICKS AND STONES
BETH GOOBIE
Sticks and Stones
Beth Goobie
Copyright ©2002Beth Goobie
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
Goobie, Beth,1959Sticks and stones
isbn 9781551435626(library binding).isbn 9781551432137(pbk.)
I. Title.ps8563.o8326S74 2002 jc813’.54 c20029101379 pz7.g597st 2002
First published in the United States,2002 Library of Congress Control Number:2002101407
Summary:After developing an unearned reputation as a slut, Jujube finds a novel way to take on her tormentors and help a group of girls win back their selfesteem.
SWCOC001271
Orca Book Publishers is dedicated to preserving the environment and has printed this book on paper certified by the Forest Stewardship Council.
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.
Cover design by Teresa Bubela Cover photography by Eyewire
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This book is dedicated to the Saskatoon Public Library Young Adult Department: Rena, Laura and Diane. B.G.
C h a p t e r O n e
The whole thing started right afterI erased my left eyebrow. Not that I’d meant to. Tuesday night I’d gone into high gear plucking my eyebrows. The next day I looked like I’d leaned too close to a Bunsen burner during a science experiment. This is big-time trauma when you’re îfteen. I had to go around trying to keep my missing eyebrow
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covered with my left hand. That was the day Brent Floyd decided to ask me to the Valentine’s Day dance. There I was at my locker, dumping my books. I was on my way to the Camera Club to develop a series of shots I’d taken around home. Mom and I share a house with my friend Sophie and her mother. I had taken some funny shots of Sophie and my dog Popcorn. “Hey, Jujube!” For as long as I can remember, every-one’s called me Jujube. It’s becauseI have one blue eye and one green eye. And now—one eyebrow. I looked up to see Brent coming down the hall. Of course, my brain stopped working. It always does in a crisis. I’d only liked the guy for about a decade—not thatI admitted it to anyone. And it’s tough trying to look casual with your left hand glued to your forehead. “Hi, Brent.”
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Brent leaned against the next locker and looked at my lips. Whenever Brent talks to a girl, he looks at her lips. The hand on my forehead was getting sweaty. “I suppose a hundred different guys have asked you out for this Friday?”he asked my lips. When Brent’s nervous, he starts joking around. His being nervous made me nervous. My mind went blank. “Friday?” “Yeah. Y’know—Friday? This is Wednesday. Then there’s Thursday and then Friday. The dance, remember?”he teased. “Oh yeah—the dance.” My hand slipped and I got it back up into place. He leaned closer. “Want to go with me?” The guy who had his locker next to me came up behind Brent and said, “Excuse me,” very loudly. I wanted
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to knock him one good one with my geography textbook. “Sure,” I said quickly before Brent moved—and changed his mind. “Great!” he grinned, still looking at my lips.
Friday evening, Brent had to be at the school early to help the band set up.He didn’t pick me up until 7:30. Sophie had to check out “the latest,” and Mom put him through Twenty Questions at the door. She’s pretty military with my boyfriends. “Whew! I wasn’t sure we’d get out alive,” Brent said as we walked to his car. I grinned. “It’s called motherly love. Don’t leave home without it.” I’d gotten used to having one e y e b r o w a n d h a d s t o p p e d l i v i n g with a hand attached to my forehead. First dates usually give me lockjaw,
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but Brent’s joking around helped. When we got to the dance, the two of us were having a great time. There was the usual problem with the slower numbers— îguring out whose hands go where, that sort of thing. Brent liked to dance really close, closer than I was used to. Half of me wondered if we’d leave body imprints on each other. The other half wanted to start taking his shirt off. Partway through the dance, Brent had to go talk to the band about something. I wandered over to talk to Carlos, this guy I’d gotten to know in the Camera Club. He’s the loner type and doesn’t talk much. He was in his jean jacket as usual, leaning against a back wall. I leaned up next to him and watched Brent talk to the drummer. “So you’re here with Mr. Warp Speed.” Carlos took a drink fromhis Coke.
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“Mr. Warp Speed?” I asked. Carlos looked at me for a moment, then grinned and handed me his Coke. “Brent.” I drank, trying to cover the blush I felt taking over my face. “Hey, two hours and I’m still a virgin.” Carlos laughed. “And proud of it,” we chanted together. Guys and girls get the same message in our sex-ed classes. “So who’re you here with?” I hadn’t noticed him with anyone and I wantedto get him back for Brent’s nickname. Carlos shrugged. “Just came to hear the band.” “Yeah, right. Whoever she is, you’re probably too scared to call her up,”I teased. “Maybe.” Carlos looked away. Brent came up to us then. “Jujube— I’ve got to get something for the band from my car. Come with me to get it?”
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