Dom
Male | Teen | 3 to 5 minutes
Starts on page 16
EXTRACT: So I got my brother's car and the hair and I slowly pull up to the bottle shop. I leave the engine running. I've seen my brother do it many times before and he always has the engine running. Don't shut it off. Look cool. Engine running looks cool./ The car is in a queue. Other cars in front of me. Other underage drinkers piling on their casks and cartons, ready for the big night. Going to the coast or the Island or the party in the suburbs, man.
Stacey
Female | Teen | 3 to 5 minutes
Starts on page 21
EXTRACT: I turn the engine off. For some reason, Dom kept his running. Seems like a really young thing to do. I turn the radio off. You can't be rude to bottle shop workers. Making them yell over your music./ I've got the lippy on, the base on, look twenty one... easy./ I've got the fake ID in my pocket. Looks good. Made it in Accounting. Under the desk while the teacher droned on and on about revenue ledgers and balances. Used a passport photo and laminated it at the library.
Contains coarse languageStacey
Female | Teen | 3 to 5 minutes
Starts on page 28
EXTRACT: Right, right, right... so I've never looked nice before is that what she means? I don't know how to reply. I'm stunned./ The group goes quiet, then one pipes up... "I agree..." then another pipes up... "I agree too..." Then they're all talking, they're talking about me. They're talking about how I don't try to look nice. How I refuse to wear makeup. How it's so nice to see Stacey looking like a girl. I can't believe it. This comes as a shock.
Contains coarse languageStacey
Female | Teen | Under 3 minutes
Starts on page 44
EXTRACT: But I don't... I don't go home. I do something crazy. I do something... that's just not me... I start to climb./ I start to climb the trellis that hangs on the side of the house. The trellis with flowers and ivy./ I climb and I climb until I reach the roof of Jack's house. I don't know why I climbed up here. Maybe to get some fresh air. Maybe to have one final look at my Graduating class... my friends, my peers, my life.