Chapters (93)
- Cover
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Eighty-One
- Eighty-Two
- Eighty-Three
- Eighty-Four
- Eighty-Five
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Books by Kelly Yang
- Back Ad
- About the Publisher
Our eyes meet, and I lean in toward him to kiss him. Zach makes a sharp move to reach for the remote, accidentally knocking into my head. “Ow!” All of a sudden, the door swings open and in walks Claire.
She looks at Zach, confused for a second.
“It’s you!” Zach says, jumping to his feet. “What are you doing here?”
Thirty-Seven
Claire
I stare at Blue Cap, standing in the middle of our living room. For a second, I think I’ve entered the wrong house.
“I’m Zach, remember?” the boy says. “We met at the pool.”
“You know Claire?” Dani asks, surprised.
I’m confused. “Is he your boyfriend?” I ask Dani.
“What? No!” Zach denies quickly. Too quickly. Dani retreats behind one of the couch cushions.
I leave the two of them and go to my room. I open my laptop, poring through the emails and messages from parachutes, saying how much it meant to them that I stood up to Mrs. Wallace. When I hear Zach leave, I call out to Dani.
“Dani, come look at this,” I say, lying in bed, pointing to my computer. There’s an email from a parachute saying her science teacher has been making fun of her accent for six months.
But Dani doesn’t come in. Instead, she walks right by my room.
“I’ve got an assignment due,” she says as she closes her door.
I sit on my bed wondering what I’ve said.
In English class the next day, we get none other than Ms. Jones! I almost whoop out loud when I see her. Ms. Jones is in a blazer and wearing hoop earrings, her braided hair tied in a bun on top of her head. She smiles as she tells us she’ll be teaching us while Mrs. Wallace takes a leave of absence.
“Now I know you guys have been reading and talking a lot about The Great Gatsby, but Gatsby’s old! I want to hear about you. When’s the last time you felt like you wanted the respect of a group of people whom you just could never get to take you seriously? I’ll tell you, for me it was five p.m. on Friday, when they called me and asked me if I wanted to take over for Mrs. Wallace.”
We all sit up.
“I’d been substituting here for a while. Some of you guys might have had me,” she says, winking at me. “But I never thought they’d give me a more permanent position.”
Ms. Jones opens up to us about herself. She tells us that she used to be a public school teacher, until she had her kids. Then she took some time off to be with them, and when she wanted to go back, it was hard to find a job. The public schools weren’t hiring due to budget cuts.