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I look around the room. Boys, boys, boys everywhere. Boys with perfect smiles. Boys with hair gelled up into flawless little spikes. Boys waving headshots in each other’s faces. None of them looks anywhere near as nervous as I feel.
The Best at It by Maulik Pancholy
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Ms. Johnson said the only way you can deposit a word in your bank is by committing it to memory. I hadn’t deposited surreal. I guess I must have spent it somewhere.
Feathers by Jacqueline Woodson
He was, however, extraordinary, and that tended to scare townsfolk, who were hooked on the Ordinary with a capital O, and preferred their day-to-day served without any Extra.
Beyond the Laughing Sky by Michelle Cuevas
Nick was not in the habit of thinking twice. It felt too good to say what was on his mind, even when it got him in trouble.
The Evil Wizard Smallbone by Delia Sherman
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Once, Mom came home from work and discovered that he had turned all the books around so that the bindings were against the wall and the pages faced out. He said it was calming not to have all those words floating around and “creating static.” Mom made him turn them back. She said it was too hard to find a book when she couldn’t read the titles.
Liar & Spy by Rebecca Stead
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Her fingers traced the knobby outlines of her kneecaps. She had studied her knees a million times. Mermaids did not have knees. Keeper did. Her knees were right there.
Keeper by Kathi Appelt
