Thirteen-year-old Hayaat is on a mission. She believes a handful of soil from her grandmother's ancestral home in Jerusalem will save her beloved Sitti Zeynab's life. The only problem is the impenetrable wall that divides the West Bank, as well as the check points, the curfews, the permit system and Hayaat's best-friend Samy, who is mainly interested in football and the latest elimination on X-Factor, but always manages to attract trouble.
Will is in turmoil after the sudden death of his mother. His father drifts and his older brother, Adam, stays away from home. Isolated and angry, Will begins a search for the answers he craves. He uses his mum’s old camera to document the experience and scrambles to find an idea for which he can live and die.
I was born with water on the brain. Okay, so that’s not exactly true.
Junior is a budding cartoonist who leaves his school on the Spokane Indian Reservation to attend an all-white high school.
Tuesday the fourteenth of February began badly for Frankie Parsons.
Frankie is twelve going on old man. He worries all the time - always asking himself endless questions. Then the new girl arrives at school and has questions of her own: relentless, unavoidable questions.
Ray was bigger but José was boss. They were fourteen and fifteen, on their own and on the run.
"Sure, I threw up on his bedroom floor, but we're still an item."
"They shot me - but I don't know why."
"I do own an elephant."
Quentin Jacobsen - Q to his friends- is eighteen and has always loved the edgy Margo Roth Spiegelman. As children, they′d discovered a dead body together. Now at high school, Q′s nerdy while Margo is uber-cool.
One night, Q is basking in the predictable boringness of his life when Margo, dressed as a ninja, persuades him to partake in several hours of mayhem. Then she vanishes. While her family shrugs off this latest disappearance, Q follows Margo′s string of elaborate clues - including a poem about death.
"I am a reading girl, with a pale face, and glasses. People who become enthralled by the world of books, as I am, are often thought to have dull lives, but I feel that my own life is made of the stuff of myth. Or anyway, I intend to make it so. So this is my story."
It was fun at first, playing house. I made all my own meals. Crackers and cheese, three times a day.
The Girl: Clio Ford, seventeen, wants to spend the summer smooching her art-store crush, not stuck on a boat in the Mediterranean. At least she'll get a killer tan.
The Mission: Survive her father's crazy antics. Oh, and also find some missing underwater treasure that could unlock the secrets of civilization.