The Boys in the Back Row by Mike Jung
Cover art by Dion MBD
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The Boys in the Back Row by Mike Jung
Cover art by Dion MBD
We lean in for a BRiC, which is a secret high five that the three of us invented, named after our initials: Bhai, Rahul, and Chelsea. We had to throw in the i because we needed a vowel to make it a word. I beat u in a three-way tie.
Question of the Day: Who are your favorite fictional besties?
When you’ve been best friends with someone your whole life, you can’t avoid them just because you’re uncomfortable.
Alvin Ho is afraid of pretty much everything, and when he’s afraid, Alvin can’t speak. It’s hard to make friends at school when you can’t talk, but Alvin has a Personal Disaster Kit and a plan.
Not being able to talk in school is a terrible problem. But having a girl desk buddy is even worse; it is the kiss of death.
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The winter of 1971 is a season of changes and growing pains for Frannie Wright-Barnes. Everything becomes complicated when a white boy transfers to her class, bringing in his wake a series of questions about hope, belonging, what she really believes in.
And then, just before the lunch bell rang, he walked into the classroom. Stepped through that door white and softly as the snow.
All Pixie really wants is to be normal. But it’s a little hard to blend in when your family is as eccentric as the Pipers. So, even though she’s got a knack for poetry, Pixie’s reluctant to participate when the school announces a contest to crown their own poet laureate. The last thing she needs is to stand out even more. But when her mother shares a family secret, Pixie realizes that normal might not be an option for her at all.
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Keeper didn’t know anyone else who had a resident seagull. How great was that? And they’d had one for five years—ever since that night when Captain had crash-landed into their kitchen window.
You the other half of me
The half I’ll never be
The half that drives me crazy