Runt
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Elizabeth Moon grew up around dogs. Her mom runs a boarding kennel out of their home, so she’s seen how dogs behave to determine pack order. Her experience in middle school is uncomfortably similar.
Maggie hates how Elizabeth acts so much better than everyone else. Besides, she’s always covered in dog hair. And she smells. So Maggie creates a fake profile on a popular social networking site to teach Elizabeth a lesson.
What makes a bully, and what makes a victim? It’s all in the perspective, and the dynamics shift. From sibling rivalries to mean girl antics, the varying points of view show the many shades of gray in this illuminating novel from the award-winning author of Anything But Typical—because middle school is anything but black and white.
Nora Raleigh Baskin
Nora Raleigh Baskin is the ALA Schneider Family Book Award–winning author of Anything But Typical. She was chosen as a Publishers Weekly Flying Start for her novel What Every Girl (Except Me) Knows, and has since written a number of novels for middle graders and teens, including The Truth About My Bat Mitzvah, The Summer Before Boys, and Ruby on the Outside. Nora lives with her family in Connecticut. Visit her at NoraBaskin.com.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This book was less a novel than a series of vignettes showing a group of middle school kids coping with the jungle that is middle school. We have Elizabeth whose mother is a dog boarder and who always is covered in dog hair. She is also a talented writer. We have Stewart who acts like the typical bully and big basketball star but who has a handicapped older sister that he really loves. We have Matthew who is talented at basketball but doesn't quite fit in with the other kids. He's suspended from school for punching Stewart in the nose despite the fact that Stewart urinated on his shoes first. We have Maggie who decides to put up a fake web page making fun of Elizabeth and then can't take it down before others see it because a hurricane knocks out the power for a week. We have Freida who is a talented artist and self-conscious about her braces and weight and who dresses in her own unique style despite her older sister's urging to be more normal. All of these kids, and a few other two, bounce off each other as their paths cross during the course of time in a typical middle school. It was an interesting story. I did feel that the adults were mostly ineffectual and clueless about what was going on among the students though.
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Runt - Nora Raleigh Baskin
THE ANSWERING VOICE
My mother says male dogs will fight. They will rise up on their hind legs and go for each other’s necks. They will bare their teeth, snarl and bite, until one or the other gives up and then it’s all over. And we can keep those two dogs right in the same room for the whole rest of their stay with us. As long as one is submissive, there won’t be any more trouble, except for maybe a growl or two around their dinner bowls. Once boy dogs know the pecking order, it’s all peaceful.
But girl dogs, my mother says, will fight to the death.
If we get an alpha female dog here, she’ll go after the others and she won’t give up, even when the other girl dog shows submission. If any dog got hurt while we were watching them, that would be the end of our business. But we agreed to take Sadie before we knew what she was like.
I don’t always think my mother is right about the dogs. But after what happened with Sadie, my mom said she had a sneaking feeling all along. Sadie is a Saint Bernard so she’s big, really big, and dogs know how big they are, believe me. It’s like she knows just how much she weighs, which is about one hundred and seventy pounds. When I first met her, she leaned on me.
That’s just what she does,
the owner said. She’s saying hello. But she can’t talk.
Like I didn’t know that.
It’s her way of hugging you,
the owner went on.
I could tell they were anxious to get out of there. They were going to Club Med or Paradise Island or Disney World or something like that. They had a limo to catch to take them to the airport. I was just guessing that, but most everyone who brings their dog here is going somewhere.
But Sadie was not hugging me, that should have been the first clue. She was showing me who’s boss and she thinks it’s her. When the owner lady was not looking, I shoved Sadie back.
I bent down and looked her in the eye. Not in my house,
I whispered.
THE FISHER-REES BIRTHDAY PARTY
Miss Robinson was a bit chubby—okay, she was heavy—so when she wrote on the whiteboard, the flesh under her arm jiggled back and forth and some of the other kids giggled. It’s a good idea to giggle when others are giggling, Maggie thought, even if you don’t know why.
T-R-E-A-C-H-E-R-O-U-S, Miss Robinson wrote in red dry-erase.
The class often played this game at the end of the day when there were a few minutes left before the bell and Miss Robinson had already finished her lesson plan. It wasn’t supposed to be a race, but the boys got all geared up and some of the girls, too. The object was to make as many words as you could using the letters in—for instance—treacherous. Then everyone shared their answers out loud, while Miss Robinson wrote the words on the board.
The students crossed off each word on their own list that was the same until someone had a word that no one else had. That person got a special prize from a drawer in Miss Robinson’s desk, a new pencil or a ruler or a little spiral notepad. Maggie was used to winning things. She was smart and popular. She was pretty. But there was something about the time limit that she didn’t like. Something about the big clock over the door ticking away the seconds and then minutes rendered all those things useless and left her confused.
Maggie felt her heart start to pound before Miss Robinson had even finished writing the word and she wanted her mind to start silently finding words but all she got was more nervous.
tree
her
a
at
Those were the easy words, the little ones. The kids that won always had some big long word that no one else thought of. Maybe a better tactic was to bypass the little words—everyone was going to get those anyway—and just concentrate on the big words.
teach
reach
In the five weeks they’d been in sixth grade, and every time they played this game using the week’s vocab words, Maggie had never come close to winning and that’s because everyone else was cheating.
They were not supposed to start until the word was completely written on the board and Miss Robinson said Okay, begin, but the boys were scribbling on whatever paper was already in front of them. Alex Pachman was using his permission slip for next week’s field trip. Most of the girls had slipped a piece of paper out of their desk and started, except Elizabeth Moon, who is so weird anyway. She was just sitting there being obedient.
Before we begin,
Miss Robinson says, can anyone tell me what this word means?
Why are teachers so stupid they can’t see what’s going on? It’s not fair. It’s so unfair. By the time someone answered her, Maggie knew some kids would have ten or twelve or fifteen words down.
search
house
Okay, now take out a clean sheet of paper and let’s get started,
Miss Robinson said. She went back to her desk and fiddled with something and didn’t look up again.
It was so not fair.
Joey whatever-his-last-name-is won. After the words everyone had in common were crossed off, he had the last one and, wouldn’t you know it, it was the easiest word.
Star.
He got to pick from the prize drawer, a plastic key chain with a Batman emblem.
Just before the end of the day, Miss Robinson called out, Remember, tomorrow we start our unit on poetry. Everyone come in tomorrow with their favorite poem to share with the class.
What if you don’t have a favorite poem?
someone asked.
Good question.
Ask your parents,
Miss Robinson said. They must have one. It’s worth five points.
Nobody was listening anymore. It was too close to the end of the day. People’s brains started to shut down, but not Miss Robinson’s.
Hopefully we will put all your original poems together and get it published for you to bring home and share with your parents. We will need someone to design our cover, and we can have a contest to pick just the right title. The class can vote for their favorite cover design and title.
If she said anything else it was drowned out by the final bell, the screeching metal chairs, and the stomping parade of sneakers out the door and onto the school buses.
• • •
Maggie’s parents weren’t home. Her mom was at work and her dad was in DC for a week. Five points toward her grade that she wouldn’t be getting. So what else was new?
Angelica put out a snack, Goldfish and apple juice, and then began emptying the dishwasher. Make sure to do all your homework before your mother gets home.
Maggie liked Veronica better. Angelica was old and didn’t want to play or even watch TV shows.
I don’t have any,
Maggie answered.
Suit yourself.
Maggie turned her computer on.
She needed to find a poem.
She could hear Angelica flitting around the other bedrooms, putting away clean clothes and mumbling to herself. Maggie kept her cell phone on vibrate, plugged in and charging, on the bed, her laptop propped up on her knees. Her television was on low—a Degrassi re-run—she wasn’t supposed to watch TV until her homework was done. It was an episode she hadn’t seen.
I hope you are doing your schoolwork,
Angelica’s voice came up the stairs.
"Home work."
Homework.
I am,
Maggie called back.
Maggie opened a blank document to begin her humanities paper on global conflicts. She picked the font and the line spacing and then clicked onto person2person to check for any after-school activity. She poked around a few people’s pages. Zoe had changed her profile photo. Ethan posted a video. Maggie opened Google and typed in World War II.
She checked her cell phone for messages, went back to her person2person page, changed the channel on the TV, and then searched on Wikipedia for a while: horse racing, rugby (what’s that?), soccer. Romans, the black death, stately homes. Then she typed one sentence:
Ireland is an island divided between Republic of Ireland (she copied and pasted) and part of the United Kingdom.
Enough homework for now. Maggie maximized her person2person profile. Gabby Fisher-Rees posted a photo from her fourth grade birthday party and five people had already commented. Maggie hadn’t thought about Gabby in so long. Gabby had moved away, but every now and then she posted something and tagged someone from school.
Ethan—dang, I was good looking even back then
Stewart—Maybe on your planet, Ethan
Zoe—Don’t listen to him, Ethan.
Larissa—OMG, look at my hair.
Stewart—nobody’s looking. nobody cares, Larissa.
Gabby—thought you’d all like this blast from the past
Stewart—Matthew wasn’t invited. Even in third grade Gabby had some taste.
Matthew—I didn’t live here then, genius.
Stewart—poor excuse, Madeleine.
Zoe—Check it out Freida Goldstein wearing something other than all black.
The whole class had been invited to that party—the last year anybody did that. By fifth grade kids started inviting only friends and wannabe friends and leaving the used-to-be and never-really-were friends out. Maggie pushed her knees up to look more closely at the screen. Freida was wearing a pink T-shirt, or at least it looked pink in the tiny photo. Her purple sneakers with bright green shoelaces were poking out between all the other feet. She was original right from the start. She liked sticking out. She was already drawing really well by then, and making her own homemade jewelry.
But what was really different about Freida was that she was smiling and holding hands with her best friend.