Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- One
- Two
- Chapter One
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Chapter Two
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Chapter Three
- Ten
- Eleven
- Chapter Four
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Chapter Five
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Chapter Six
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Chapter Seven
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Chapter Eight
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Chapter Nine
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Ten
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Chapter Eleven
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Chapter Twelve
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirteen
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Chapter Fourteen
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Chapter Fifteen
- The Following Summer
- About the Author
- About the Publisher
The spot she found today was perfect: to her right were two kids—a boy and a girl—who smiled at her when she sat down, then resumed their heated debate about interstellar travel. They seemed familiar, which meant they were probably in one of her morning classes. To her left, three girls whispered and painted their fingernails. They didn’t glance up when Ali sat down next to them. She’d chosen well.
Eating lunch alone wasn’t horrible, thanks to a rule she’d created in fourth grade at Lawrence Station School: Always carry a book. You were never alone when you had a book. She pulled The Golden Compass out of her knapsack. She and Gigi had started a book club two years ago because Gigi thought it would give them something to talk about during their weekly phone calls. So far, they’d read the Anne of Green Gables books and the first two Harry Potters. The book club kept going after Ali moved in, and the latest book was The Golden Compass. Ali was anxious to read whenever she got the chance. Gigi was the faster reader and had a tendency to share spoilers. Lyra’s adventures didn’t erase Ali’s cafeteria loneliness, but they did make it bearable.
“Emily Arai!” someone squealed.
Ali glanced up and saw a bunch of girls chasing a boy with a basketball. She didn’t need to know who they were to know they were popular. She recognized the girl named Emily from homeroom, because when Ms. Ryder had read her name, Ali had thought it was pretty. Plus, like every popular kid Ali had ever known, Emily had a hidden spotlight that shone on her at all times, so you couldn’t help but notice her.
The five of them did another loop around the cafeteria, only this time the boy skidded to a stop next to interstellar boy and girl. The girls smashed into him, and uproarious laughter ensued.
Basketball boy pointed at interstellar boy. “We could use you on the team this year.”
The girls disentangled themselves and nodded to interstellar boy. Ali knew she shouldn’t stare at popular kids, so she began to read again, allowing herself a quick grin when interstellar girl muttered, “As if.”
Interstellar boy laughed. “You know I hate sports, Tom. Now if you want to play Dungeons and Dragons . . .”
“But you’re like the tallest guy in grade seven,” Tom whined. “We could use you.”
“Sorry.” Interstellar boy did sound apologetic.
Tom didn’t seem to want to take no for an answer. “It’s not because you don’t want to leave your girlfriend, is it?”