Book Info
Shucked
by Megg Jensen
Publication Date: April 14th, 2013
Suburgatory meets Indiana Jones...on a farm
Fifteen-year-old Tabitha has had the kind of life that would impress even the greatest adventurers. She's escaped a croc attack in the Amazon, walked the length of the Great Wall of China, and earned a black belt in taekwondo in Korea. She owes her worldly experience to her mother's career in archaeology, but when her mother takes on a dangerous new assignment, Tabitha is devastated to learn she can't tag along. Instead, she's forced to live on a midwestern farm with her grandparents where she'll have to attend a full year of public school. It's Tabitha's greatest nightmare, because despite all her adventures, she has no practical experience with the one thing that frightens her the most - other teenagers.Her math teacher is her mom's old high school boyfriend, she can't tell the friendly girls from the mean ones, and she develops a major crush on a boy she knows she can't trust. And just when she thinks she'll never get the hang of this normal teenager thing, an attack brings the danger of her previous life right up to her midwestern porch. Who could have ever guessed getting totally shucked would bring her face-to-face with her most exciting adventure yet
Excerpt
Smith?” she barked at me. Yes, Smith
is my last name. Unique, I know.
“Yes, Mrs. Jordan?” I asked in the
sweetest voice I had.
“You,” she pointed at Becky, “hit the
showers.”
Becky wiggled her fingers at me in a
little wave. On the way to the locker room, she stubbed her toe. Becky hopped
precariously on one foot while massaging the other. I was dying to see her walk
a runway in heels after that.
I eyed the gym teacher. I’d been out
of the country for a long time, but I was quite sure mullets went out of style
about twenty years ago. Someone forgot to give her the memo on that. If
Highlights Gone Wrong was a reality show, surely she’d be on it.
“You haven’t signed up for a sports
team yet.” Mrs. Jordan dropped next to me on the bleachers, hiking up her pants
as she sat. Legs spread wide, she rested her elbow on her knees, put her chin
in her hands, and stared at me.
“Sports team?” I repeated.
“There’s nothing in your file about
playing an instrument, right?”
I’d learned elementary didjeridu
during a quick stint in Australia. I couldn’t imagine they had a section for
that here. I shook my head.
“You are required to participate in
an extra-curricular activity. Marching band is out. What skills do you have?”
I thought quickly. I didn’t want to
end up on an awful team. Too short for volleyball. Too slow for track. No penis
for football. What did that leave me?
“I am a black belt in taekwondo,” I
said, sure that I could get a spot on their martial arts team. I could probably
disable them all with a glance. I sat up straighter, my shoulders back.
Mrs. Jordan’s eyes widened. “Taekwondo?
You beat people up?”
“Well, kind of,” I said, puffing up
my chest with pride. Not many people would suspect tiny me to be dangerous. I
liked that. “It’s more self-defense than attack strategies, but if pressed,
yes, I can hurt someone. I have this amazing jump-kick combination that never
fails to knock people off their feet. I also learned how to flip over someone’s
kick to avoid being hit. It’s really amazing.”
I stopped when I realized Mrs. Jordan
was staring at me. Yes, I was babbling. Yes, maybe I sounded a tad like Becky.
But hey, how often did I get to discuss my martial arts experience with a
fellow fitness enthusiast? Mrs. Jordan didn’t have an ounce of fat on her.
Obviously she would understand the amazing things the human body can accomplish
when pushed.
“Perfect,” she said. “Then it’s
decided.” A smile spread across Mrs. Jordan’s face. It echoed on mine. Not only
was I being invited to join their martial arts team, but I bet she was about to
make me captain.
“I’m honored,” I said.
“Wonderful!” Mrs. Jordan clapped me
on the back. “You’ll be a great addition to our cheerleading squad.”
How many circles of hell did Dante
discover?
