Headlong - Hardcover

Koja, Kathe

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0374329125 ISBN 13: 9780374329129

Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR), 2008

Synopsis

What sets Vaughn apart is the quality of our girls. We do draw from all over, girls from every kind of background, girls for whom Vaughn is a major life experience. And not every girl is the right girl for Vaughn. You can often tell, early on, who these girls are.

 The Vaughn School. Home of domed ceilings, gleaming checkerboard floors, and the Vaughn Virgins: the upper stratum of girls who have perfect grades, perfect lives, and perfect friends. Lily Noble is a lifer – she knows all the rules. Then sophomore year, Hazel Tobias arrives as a scholarship student, with her model’s looks and unconventional family, and shows Lily everything she’s been missing. Can you ever fit in someplace you don’t want to be? As Lily befriends Hazel, both girls discover what it means to dive deep beneath the surface – of friendship, of commitment – and to live life with all their hearts, with all they are, headlong.

About this title

About the Author:

KATHE KOJA is the author of several notable books for young adults that have been acclaimed for their psychological intensity, including The Blue Mirror and Buddha Boy, both ALA Best Books for Young Adults, and, most recently, Kissing the Bee. She lives near Detroit, Michigan.

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Chapter One

June

A black circle-in-a-circle-in-a-circle, a bull’s-eye, a target: I trimmed it from the symbol sheet, painted on glue, stuck it to the underside of the vestal’s upraised wrist, one of the few blank spaces left on her. Decoupage, a French word, or from French anyway: découper, to cut. My vestal was kind of plain, compared to other people’s, all bald and smooth and monochromatic, neat black symbols glued on white plastic skin. Hazel’s was just a head, a Styrofoam wig form mounted on a toy plastic police car. Mrs. Parais gave her a zero for materials, but extra credit for presentation and creativity.

"That’ll dump your final grade," Audrey said, satisfied. Audrey had done hers with ribbons and magazine cutouts, totally pretty and forgettable, like some mannequin in a mall.

Hazel looked at her, then at me, and shrugged. "I’m not worried."

I was running late with my vestal. She was due on Thursday, our next-to-last full day in the next-to-last week in the year. After that was Convocation, and then we were done. It was June, the public school kids were already out for the summer, clumped up at Starbucks, laughing and shoving. The girls looked younger than we did, somehow, or freer. Like the girls in Hazel’s neighborhood, with their Jessicka jeans, tons of lipstick like kids playing dress-up. As if they were less—serious than we were. Less something.

The bell sounded for third period, but I didn’t leave. The room was quiet around me, the long clean worktables, papier-mâché vases and flowers, some lower-school project waiting to be picked up. A twist of paper stuck to my infinity bracelet, my hands smelled like glue. The symbol sheet had so many cutouts it was turning into lace. At the bottom was a row of little wheels, or flowers, captioned growth, rebirth, confusion, renewal. I cut out one, a seven-armed wheel, blunt black with an empty white center, and stuck it carefully over my vestal’s right eye.

Fourth period, I had already passed my swimming final, so I was free. The walkway to Peacock was empty at this time of day, you weren’t supposed to go back to your room during class hours. "Hazel? " I said. She was stretched out full-length, all five-eleven of her, hair pulled back, eyes closed. The sunlight shone through the green ash trees, a spangled kind of light, as if we were underwater. It was cozy there, the bricks held in the heat.

"Hazel? "

"Mm."

"Are you asleep? "

Silence.

"Are you—"

She half opened one eye. "What? "

"Nothing."

"What. "

"Are you—" Are you Bone, or Lady Vaughn? Are you my best friend? "Are you going to dinner with Edward, or what?"

She yawned, wide and pink, like a cat. "No. I don’t know. . . . I’m going to sleep. I was asleep," play-shoving my leg, closing her eyes again. The ash leaves flickered. Her head against my thigh was heavy and warm.

Excerpted from Headlong by Kathe Koja.

Copyright © 2008 by Kathe Koja

Published in 2008 by publisher Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC.

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About this edition

• Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR)
• Publication date: 2008
• ISBN 10: 0374329125
• ISBN 13: 9780374329129
• Binding: Hardcover
• Edition number: 1
• Number of pages: 195