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Jackson knows how to get what he wants. Whether it's sweet-talking his friends into buying lunch or convincing teachers to give him extensions, he feels entitled to take whatever he wants—even a day off school or a new pair of shoes. Now he's set his sights on Abby, a troubled girl fresh out of juvie who only has eyes for Bryce, the go-to dealer of a dangerous new drug called kryptonite.



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Date de parution 23 janvier 2018
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EAN13 9781459816589
Langue English

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Copyright 2018 Lesley Choyce
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
Choyce, Lesley, 1951-, author Kryptonite / Lesley Choyce.
Issued in print and electronic formats. ISBN 978-1-4598-1656-5 (softcover).- ISBN 978-1-4598-1657-2 ( PDF ).- ISBN 978-1-4598-1658-9 ( EPUB )
I. Title. II. Series: Orca soundings PS 8555. H 668 K 79 2018 j C 813'.54 C 2017-904489-3 C 2017-904490-7
First published in the United States, 2018 Library of Congress Control Number: 2017949675
Summary: In this high-interest novel for teen readers, Jackson gets in over his head when he tries to save a girl from her drug-dealer boyfriend.

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Identify (2017) Scam (2016) Off the Grid (2015) Crash (2013) Rat (2012) Breaking Point (2012) Reaction (2010) Running the Risk (2009) Wave Warrior (2007) Thunderbowl (2004) Refuge Cove (2002)
Plank's Law (2017)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
An Excerpt from Identify
Chapter One

Chapter One
Mr. Carmichael, my high-school philosophy teacher, held my essay in his hands and just shook his head. Jackson, I can t believe you plagiarized an essay on plagiarism.
I think that s an unfair accusation, I snapped back.
We were sitting in the staff room, just the two of us. He glared at me for the third time since we had sat down. Then he slapped the essay down on the table and started typing away on the keys of the laptop in front of him. Without looking up at me, he continued, I asked you to write this because you had plagiarized twice already. Your first essay, you simply printed off the Internet.
I regret that, I said. I really do. What he said was true. I had been sloppy.
The second essay, you paid one of your classmates to write for you.
I just asked Davis for some help on it. Well, actually I had conned him into doing it for me. Davis was smart when it came to school stuff but stupid when it came to most everything else. I didn t know how Carmichael had found out. Most teachers wouldn t have bothered investigating.
But this, Jackson, this was your masterpiece, Carmichael said, turning the laptop screen toward me so I could see it.
I leaned forward and tried to focus on the screen.
The highlighted parts are the ones you copied. Underneath each, you ll see the sources I tracked down.
Very little of the essay was not highlighted. And he had found every chunk I had cobbled together from various Internet sources. It must have taken him hours.
I apologize. I guess I forgot to document those sources. I spent a lot of time doing research for this essay. I was trying to prove to you that I could be a good writer.
Bullshit, he blurted out.
I kept my cool even though I could see Carmichael was losing his. I knew I was in a tough spot. But hey, it was only an essay. I tried to look hurt.
Jackson, why didn t you just write the damn essay yourself?
I blinked and pretended to be confused. I don t know. I just thought I let my words trail off. The truth is, I d thought I could outsmart this guy because he was just a high-school English and philosophy teacher. But he had nailed me good.
There s a word for you, mister.
Carmichael closed the laptop and wrung his hands. I didn t know why this plagiarism thing had pissed him off so much. I was thinking he might actually hit me. In fact, I was hoping he would. I could definitely work with that.
I looked him in the eye defiantly. Go ahead and say it.
He stared at me for a second and then ripped my paper into pieces and threw them in my face. Then he picked up the laptop and left, slamming the door behind him.
But he didn t say it. He didn t say the word. I was left wondering if he had really found out.

Chapter Two
Maybe he was going to call me a cheater. Maybe that was all there was to it. I didn t think he was smart enough to really figure me out. All my life I had known I was different. But then I saw this documentary and started reading stuff on the Internet. And that s how I learned there were plenty of others like me. And there were labels, but none of them fit quite right. Besides, I hate it when people label you.
I m just different, okay? And I ve known that since I was a kid. I am smart, and I do everything, everything , for a reason. I just don t like following rules.
The first time I ever got in real trouble at school was over lunch money. Other kids had money to buy a cafeteria meal, and I only ever had a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich made for me by one of my father s girlfriends. The sandwich was a real loser (and so was the girlfriend, but I forget her name now). So I would convince some kid with lunch money to buy it from me. This worked for a while, and when it stopped working, I found other ways of convincing kids to give me their parents money. I guess you could call it a hobby.
Eventually I got busted. But it didn t seem fair to me that I didn t have my own lunch money. So even after I was asked to stop, I found ways of getting some cash from other kids. It wasn t that hard. I think it was because I was a good talker. And likable. Almost everyone liked me. Until they actually got to know me, of course.
So flash-forward to me at sixteen, walking out of the staff room after being harassed by Carmichael. I was a little pissed off. He just didn t understand me or my situation.
I felt that I needed to do something to recover my self-esteem.
I decided to take the rest of the day off. I felt restless and annoyed and knew the only way to break that mood was to take action. As I walked out of the school, into the sunshine, I looked down at my feet. I took stock of my old running shoes. It had been a while since I had new ones. I saw what the other guys at school were wearing. And I was mad that I couldn t afford what they had. My father had money. He was just too cheap to keep his son in the appropriate footwear of the day.
My father almost never gave me money to buy new stuff. I pretty much had to look out for myself. Fortunately for me, that usually wasn t a problem. I had my ways. You see, one of the differences between me and most other guys my age is that they think about doing what they want to do but end up not doing it. I think about a thing I want to do and I do it.
Today was one of those days.
Striker s Sports store had a good selection of the latest Nike Roshe running shoes. It was a pleasant twenty-minute walk to get there, and as I thought about those new shoes, I found myself smiling.
I expected the usual old dude at the store to be there when I walked in, but instead I saw some new faces. I d stolen from here before, of course, but I d never been caught, so I didn t have any real worries.
I wandered around for a bit, checking out the hockey gear and the sports clothes, and then finally made my way to the shoe section. Right away I spied the Nikes I d seen this kid Damon wearing. The price was over $200. No problem. I found a box with my size and sat down to try them on.
That s when the girl came over. Can I help you? she asked.
Just wanted to check these out, I said. As I said it, I couldn t help but check her out as well. I d never seen her before. I would have remembered. You new here?
Just started last week. Things working out? she asked.
I looked her straight in the eye and held the eye contact for quite a few seconds. I guess you could say I was flirting with her, something I was really good at. So far, so good.
She spotted an older couple looking at some snorkeling equipment. I ll be right back. Just yell if you need anything.
As soon as she turned away, I slid both shoes on, not even bothering to lace them u

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