Cracked by K.M. Walton (English) Hardcover Book

Description: Cracked by K.M. Walton When Bull Mastrick and Victor Konig wind up in the same psychiatric ward at age 16, each recalls and relates in group therapy the bullying relationship they have had since kindergarten, but also facts about themselves and their families that reveal they have much in common. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description In this gripping debut, a teen takes a bottle of pills and lands in the psych ward with the bully who drove him to attempt suicide. Victor hates his life. Hes relentlessly bullied at school and his parents constantly ridicule him at home. Bull is angry. Hes sick of his grandfathers drunken beatings. And he likes to take out his rage on Victor. Determined to end it all, Victor takes a bottle of his mothers sleeping pills--only to be disappointed when he wakes up in the psych ward. And his roommate? None other than Bull, whose loaded-gun effort at self-defense has been labeled as a suicide attempt. Things go from bad to worse--until the boys discover they might just have something in common: a reason to live. Author Biography K. M. Walton is a former middle-school language arts teacher and Cracked is her fiction debut. She lives in Pennsylvania with her family. Review [Bulls and Victors] stories offer a strong message of hope to the bullied and abused. --The Bulletin of the Center for Childrens Books, April 2012Readers who enjoy stories of dysfunction, personal growth, and redemption will love this book. -- VOYA, February 2012"In this powerful debut novel, K.M. Walton takes an unrelenting look at the corrosive effects of bullying, sometimes coming from where one would least expect it. CRACKED crackles with emotional intensity from beginning to end." --James Howe, bestselling author of THE MISFITS Review Quote "Readers who enjoy stories of dysfunction, personal growth, and redemption will love this book." -- VOYA , February 2012 Excerpt from Book Cracked Victor I HAVE WISHED THAT BULL MASTRICK WOULD DIE almost every single day. Not that I would ever have anything to do with his death. Im not a psychopath or some wacko with collaged pictures of him hanging in my room and a gun collection. Im the victim. Bull Mastrick has tortured me since kindergarten. Im sixteen now, and I understand that hes an asshole and will always be an asshole. But I wish a rare sickness would suck the life out of him or hed crash on his stupid BMX bike and just die. Lately, as in the past two years of high school, hes been absent a lot. Each day that hes not in school I secretly wait for the news that hes died. A sudden tragic death. As in, not-ever-coming-back-to-school-again dead. Then Id have some peace. I could stop looking over my shoulder every five seconds and possibly even digest my lunch. Bull has a pretty solid track record of being a dick, so death is my only option. Last year Bull pantsed me in gym. Twice. The first time was--and I cant believe Im even allowing myself to think this, but--the first time wasnt that bad. It was in the locker room and only two other guys saw me in my underwear. And theyre even more untouchable than I am. Theyre what everyone calls "bottom rungers." Fortunately, the bottom rungers just dropped their eyes and turned away. But a few weeks later Bull put a little more thought and planning into it. He waited until we were all in the gym, all forty-five of us, and when Coach Schuster ran back to his office to grab his whistle, Bull grabbed my shorts and underwear and shouted, "Yo, look! Is it a boy or a girl?" Im not what anyone would categorize as dramatic, but it seriously felt like he grabbed a little of my soul. I remember standing there like a half-naked statue--not breathing or blinking--as wisps of me leaked out of my exposed man parts. I heard a snort, which unfroze me. I slowly bent down, pulled up my underwear and shorts, and walked back into the locker room. And puked in the corner like a scolded animal. He got suspended for it, which earned me two guaranteed Bull-free days in a row. You think that wouldve made me feel better. But each time I walked down that hallway in school or thought of the forty-five fellow ninth graders--eighteen of them girls--seeing my balls, I would gag. Then Id run to the closest bathroom and regurgitate perfectly formed chunks of shame and disgrace. Bull has a habit of triggering my body functions. In second grade, he made me pee my pants on the playground. He sucker punched me, and I landed face-first in a pile of tiny rocks. Bull squatted down just so he could use my head to push himself back up, squishing the rocks further into my face. He had just enough time to tell everyone Id peed my pants before the playground monitor wandered over to see what the commotion was. "Victor pissed his pants! Victor pissed his pants!" Bull shouted over and over again. I laid facedown for as long as I could. I knew Id peed my pants. I felt the warm humiliation spread through my tan shorts. And I knew that as soon as I stood up, the difference in color would be a blinking arrow, alerting the entire playground that yes, Victor Konig had just pissed his pants. I got up on my elbows and felt my cheeks. It was as if my face sucked up those rocks like they were nutrients or something. Many were embedded and had to be popped out by the school nurse. I looked like I had zits--twenty-three red, oozing zits. My father wanted to know what I had done to provoke "that boy"--like Bull was actually human. My mother only cared about what the adults at the school thought of her eight-year-old son pissing his pants. She said it made her look bad and that grown-ups would think she wasnt raising me correctly. "Only weird boys pee their pants on the playground," she said. And then she asked me if I was weird. She actually asked me, "Victor, are you one of those weird boys? Are you? You cant do that to Mommy. Ive worked very hard to get where I am in this community, to live in this lovely neighborhood and in this beautiful home. I cant have my only child embarrassing me. Do you understand, Victor? I cant have you be one of those weird boys." I remember apologizing for embarrassing her. Bull cut in front of me in the lunch line the next day. He shoved me and said, "Out of my way, pee boy." I remember apologizing to him, too. Details ISBN144242916X Author K.M. Walton Short Title CRACKED Pages 312 Language English ISBN-10 144242916X ISBN-13 9781442429161 Media Book Format Hardcover DEWEY FIC Year 2012 Publication Date 2012-01-03 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2012-01-03 NZ Release Date 2012-01-03 US Release Date 2012-01-03 UK Release Date 2012-01-03 Audience Age 12-17 Publisher Simon & Schuster Imprint Simon & Schuster Audience Teenage / Young adult We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:137977138;

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