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Middle School: The Worst Years of My Life (Midde School, #1) Middle School: The Worst Years of My Life by James Patterson
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“People always talk about how great it is to get older. All I saw were more rules and more adults telling me what I could and couldn't do, in the name of what's " good for me." Yeah, well, asparagus is good for me, but it still makes me want to throw up.”
James Patterson, Middle School: The Worst Years of My Life
“Every masterpiece comes at the end of a long line of failures.”
James Patterson, Middle School: The Worst Years of My Life
“Now, like all the other schools I’ve ever attended, the hallways of Long Beach Middle School are plastered with all sorts of NO BULLYING posters. There’s only one problem: Bullies, it turns out, don’t read too much. I guess reading really isn’t a job requirement in the high-paying fields of name-calling, nose-punching, and atomic-wedgie-yanking.”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“That’s right: Never underestimate the power of a good laugh. It can stop some of the fiercest middle-school monsters.”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“Excuse me, sir, you got dog poop on your shoe.”
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“This was the weird part with me and Miller. We both hated each other, but even more than that, he wanted my money and I wanted my notebook back. Neither of us had said anything about it to Stricker, even when we both got suspended. It was like middle school Mafia or something.”
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“The next forty-five minutes in that office was about as much fun as a day at Disney World—when it’s pouring rain. And all there is to eat are hot-dog buns. And you get electrocuted on the rides.”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“Thirsty?” I said, trying to stay cool. “You know, this is totally against the rules,” she said. “That makes it taste better,” I said. (Good line, right?) Jeanne”
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“I’M RAFe KHATCHADORiAN, TRAGiC HeRO I”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“that kid’s nothing but a little hoodlum.”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“He got sick with meningitis when the boys were just three, and we lost him.”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“Five minutes,” I said, and walked away, but my heart was still going just as fast as before. This was only half over. Was it five minutes until I pulled this off? Or five minutes to live?”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“It’s just you, your homework, and the homework room. All. Day. Long. I turned thirteen in that room. Winter ended, and then spring came and went. Wars happened. Trees grew. Babies were born and people died.”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“That’s me, by the way, arriving at “prison”—also known as Hills Village Middle School—in”
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“I may have been dressed as a falcon, but I’ll tell you what. I felt like the biggest”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“Thanksgiving turkey in the world.”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“Your wife is ugly, and your daughter too. I think this play is stupid, so guess what? I’m out of here and you can kiss my—”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“Here are some other people I don’t trust as far as I can throw a truckload of pianos.”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“No, I called myself a loser,” I said, and slammed my door. “Loser.”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“Rafe jumped Miller!” Gabe said. The problem was, it was true. There were about three dozen witnesses.”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“still didn’t have any idea how I was going to pull this whole thing off, but it almost didn’t matter. I just couldn’t wait to start figuring it out. In fact—and please don’t tell anyone I said this—for the first time in my life, I was actually looking forward to going back to school.”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“There are more on my list, and we’ll get to them eventually. Or maybe not. I’m not exactly sure how this is going to work out. As you can probably tell, this is my first full-length book.”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“It feels as honest as the day is crummy that I begin this tale of total desperation and woe with me, my pukey sister, Georgia, and Leonardo the Silent sitting like rotting sardines in the back of a Hills Village Police Department cruiser.”
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“What?” says Kosgrov. “You think I won’t lay you out just because you’re stuck in a wheelchair, funny boy?” “Yeah,” I say. “Pretty much.” Turns out I’m pretty wrong.”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“Who cares?” I told him. “I’m already in trouble. Keep talking.”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“Stevie Kosgrov punched me just like I was a regular, normal kid”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“Allison Prouty, who raises her hand for everything, helped give out the scripts while Donatello told us what parts we each had. When she got to me, she said, “Rafe, I think you’d make a fine Paris,” and everyone in the room started laughing, right at me. “Paris?” I asked. “Why do I have to read a girl’s part?” “Paris is a boy,” Donatello told me. “He’s one of Lord Capulet’s best men.” “Yeah, well, he probably still wears tights,” I said, but Donatello ignored me. “Listen to the language as we read through,” she told everyone. “Notice how every line has ten syllables. Notice the subtle rhyming. That’s not easy to do. Nobody wrote like Shakespeare. Nobody!” And I thought—hmmmm. Idea in progress, please stand by. “Let’s begin,” Donatello said. “‘Act One, Scene One.’ ” It turned out that this Paris guy (he really was a guy) doesn’t come in until page 12. That was good. It gave me time to work on my idea. Donatello probably thought I was taking notes like Jeanne Galletta and the other brainiacs, but I was actually hot on the trail of those 30,000 points. Ten syllables per line? Check! Rhyming? Check! By the time we got to my part, there were only a couple”
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“Okay? Now you know all this stuff about me, and I still don’t know anything about you. I don’t even know if you’re still there. Are you? And if you are, can I trust you with the rest? I still want to know—are you a good person? Maybe that’s not fair of me to ask, since I haven’t even figured out whether I’m a good person or not. I guess you can be the judge. Here’s the deal. If you’re okay with me so far, then keep reading. But if you’ve gotten this far and you think I’m the lowest of the low and I don’t deserve to have my own book, then maybe you should stop right now. Because it only gets worse from here. (Or better, depending on how you look at it.) Signed, your friend (?), RK”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“I can see why you, sir, are the champ. You bully without regard to race, religion, creed, national origin, or physical abilities. You are an equal-opportunity tormentor.”
James Patterson, Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life
“family we choose. You don’t know how lucky I am that Pierce and Gaynor chose me. These two guys are awesome. The best.”
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