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This Is Not a Wereolf Story [Hardcover]

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  • Category: Books (Juvenile Fiction)
  • Author:  Evans, Sandra
  • Author:  Evans, Sandra
  • ISBN-10:  1481444808
  • ISBN-10:  1481444808
  • ISBN-13:  9781481444804
  • ISBN-13:  9781481444804
  • Publisher:  Atheneum Books for Young Readers
  • Publisher:  Atheneum Books for Young Readers
  • Pages:  352
  • Pages:  352
  • Binding:  Hardcover
  • Binding:  Hardcover
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-2016
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-2016
  • SKU:  1481444808-11-MING
  • SKU:  1481444808-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100137426
  • List Price: $18.99
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A fresh, heartwarming, and fascinating debut that two-time Newbery Honor winner Gary Schmidt calls “a journey that every reader needs to go on.”

This is the story of Raul, a boy of few words, fewer friends, and almost no family. He is a loner—but he isn’t lonely. All week long he looks after the younger boys at One Of Our Kind Boarding School while dodging the barbs of terrible Tuffman, the mean gym teacher.

Like every other kid in the world, he longs for Fridays, but not for the usual reasons. The woods have secrets...and so does Raul. As soon as the other students go home for the weekend, Raul makes his way to a lighthouse deep in the heart of the woods. There he waits for sunset—and the mysterious, marvelous shapeshifting phenomenon that allows him to go home, too.This Is Not a Werewolf Story

Chapter 1

THIS IS THE CHAPTER WHERE THE NEW KID RUNS SO FAST, RAUL DECIDES TO TALK


New kid. New kid. The words fly around the showers and sinks. I can almost see them, flying up like chickadees startled from the holly tree in the woods.

All the boys are in the big bathroom on the second floor, washing up before breakfast. The littlest kids stand on tiptoe to peek out the windows that look onto the circle driveway.

I pick Sparrow up and hold him so he can see. He’s the littlest of the littles, but the kid is dense—like a ton of bricks.

I can’t believe my eyes. No kid has ever come to the school on the back of a Harley. Not in all the years I’ve been here, and I’ve been here longer than anyone. The driver spins the back wheel, and a bunch of gravel flies up.

The new kid is holding on to the waist of the driver. He must have a pretty good grip, because the driver looks over his shoulder and tries to peel the kid’s fingers away one by one. Then the driver takesl.

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