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Surviving the Applewhites
by
Stephanie S. Tolan
The boy slouching against the porch railing had scarlet spiked hair, a silver
ring through one dark brown eyebrow, and too many earrings to count. He was
dressed entirely in black – black T-shirt, black jeans, black high-top
running shoes – and the look in his eyes was pure mean.
“My kind,” E.D. Applewhite said. She had no intention of telling
the creep the story of her name. She could tell by looking at him that he’d
never heard of Edith Wharton, her mother’s favorite writer. Being probably
the only almost-thirteen-year-old girl in the whole country named Edith, she
had no intention of giving him even that little bit of ammunition to use against
her. E.D., she thought, was at least dignified – like a corporate executive,
which one day she just might be. “What kind of a name is Jake Semple?”
Two can play at that game, the boy’s face said. “Mine.”
Not an original bone in his body, E,D. thought. Just a plain ordinary delinquent.
According to her friend Melissa, though, Jake Semple was famous. He had been
kicked out of the public schools in the whole state of Rhode Island. Melissa
wasn’t sure what all he’d done to achieve that particular distinction,
but the word around Traybridge was that one thing he did was burn down his
old school.
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