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327 pages, Paperback
First published January 8, 2011
"I'm a WHAT? My neck got even warmer, and not just because it was sweltering at Ashmont Community Park.The prologue closes with a cut to a short scene in which the main character, Asha, is now at a disciplinary hearing to consider her expulsion.
Whoever it was, was he kidding me? Nobody used that phrase anymore unless they were hopelessly ignorant about headwear, or still carrying around a post-9/11 grudge. I knew I should be really offended.
Mostly, though, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Even if I did have a towel on my head."
"Roger had probably just been trying to make a stupid joke, but I didn't like his tone. It rubbed me the wrong way. And, knowing him, he'd probably said something obscene to Carey while I was snoozing away obliviously."
"I sat up with a martyred sigh. I didn't want to be part of this conversation, but I was involved whether I liked it or not."
"Roger Yee had been our nemesis ever since he'd perpetrated the Backpack-Snatching-and-Dumping Incident of '06, which we followed rather unwisely with the Toilet Paper Revenge Caper of '07."
"I stared at her one hand going reflexively to my hip, where I'd just tied a gauzy scarf that I thought was not only sassy but also accentuated my waist. Evidently all it did was draw attention to my butt.Anyway, she and her best friend Carey then go on to come up with this thing called the Latte Rebellion. Basically, all they want to do is sell T-shirts to raise awareness about the need to recognise and respect people of mixed race ("human lattes") like themselves, so that they can raise enough money to fund a post-high-school getaway to London for themselves.
The heat rose behind my cheeks, my head filling with any number if things I could tell her. Carey is NOT Japanese. And J.Lo is not from Mexico—she's a Puerto Rican American. That is not even CLOSE to the same thing. There are these things called maps; you should look at one. And, am I dreaming or did you just say my butt was big?
But in the end, I didn't say any of it. It seemed futile. Kaelyn just didn't get it. Maybe she really did think she was paying us a compliment. Or worse, she could have been deliberately trying to provoke us. We weren't exactly the best of friends, after all."

Kaelyn's problem wasn't that she was scared of trouble. It wasn't that she was evil, or racist, or even that she was a mega-bitch (although she kind of was). It was just that she was completely and utterly self-centered. I was willing to bet it had been a long time since she'd done anything for another person, something purely out of the kindness of her heart, something that gave her that special feeling you get when you know you're doing the right thing. And I kind of felt bad for her. She didn't know what she was missing.
"You'd be surprised at how many people still think that mixed-race relationships are doomed to fail, that people are just 'too different.' Thad paused for a moment. "I mean, there used to be laws against it."