About the Author

Vicki Grant

VICKI GRANT left her career in advertising and television to write her first novel, The Puppet Wrangler, in 2004. She has written many books for young readers, including Not Suitable For Family Viewing, winner of the Red Maple Award, Quid Pro Quo, winner of the Author Ellis Award for Best Juvenile Crime Fiction, Betsy Wickwire’s Dirty Secret, Pig Boy and B Negative. She lives in Halifax, Nova Scotia.

Web: vickigrant.com

Twitter: @VickiGrantYA

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B Negative

B Negative

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I'm suddenly mad at him. Mad at him for drinking. Mad at him for smoking. Mad at him for taking off on me. Mad at him for not being my father.

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Cochonnet

Cochonnet

(Pigboy)
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De toute évidence, une sortie scolaire qui implique du fumier ne convient pas à des élèves de quatorze ans.

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Comeback

Comeback

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Dead End Job

Dead End Job

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Dead-End Job

Dead-End Job

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I ran blindly into the store, sliding in my greasy shoes, knocking cans onto the floor, ramming into shelves. I fumbled for the phone. I picked up the receiver. I could feel Devin right behind me.

I dialed nine, one..

His hand slammed the phone down.

"I hoped it wouldn't come to this," he said.

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Hold the Pickles

Hold the Pickles

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I stripped down to my tighty-whities, and Hammy slammed the hotdog over my head before I could change my mind.

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I.D.

I.D.

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I looked at his driver's license. He was five foot nine, 150 pounds and had blue eyes. What do you know? Same as me. I almost laughed. Funny how we could be so much alike and so different at the same time. Andrew Ashbury got everything he could ever want and I got nothing.
How did that happen? I stared at his face. What was so great about him? He was no better than me.

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Identificacion

Identificacion

(I.D.)
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Miré su licencia de conducir. Medía cinco pies nueve pulgadas. Pesaba 150 libras y tenía los ojos azules. Qué coincidencia, igual que yo. Casi me dio risa. Era increíble cómo podíamos ser iguales y a la vez diferentes. Andrew Ashbury tenía todo lo quería y yo no tenía nada.
¿Cómo suceden esas cosas? Me fijé en su cara. ¿Qué tenía de especial? No era mejor que yo.

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Identificación

Identificación

(I.D.)
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In the Buff

In the Buff

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Nine Doors

Nine Doors

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Despite what my math teacher might think, I'm not stupid.
I'm not mean either. At least I try not to be.
So that's not how I got into this mess.
I got into it because I was bored.
I know that's a dumb excuse, but I bet I'm not the first person to use it. My guess is boredom's the reason lots of people get into trouble. It can drive you nuts. It can make you do stuff you'd never do in a million years.
For me, that meant hanging out with Richard.
That sounds cruel, but what can I say? If you knew the guy, you'd probably feel the same way.

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No te vayas

No te vayas

(Comeback)
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Papá siempre decía: "La palabra crisis es sólo otra forma de decir oportunidad".

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Pigboy

Pigboy

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Clearly, any field trip involving manure is not right for a bunch of fourteen-year-olds.
But manure wasn't even the worst part of the stupid field trip.
The worst part was that the farmer grows pigs. And pigs are also called hogs. And there's this poor guy in our class called Dan Hogg who everybody hated.
I don't know why exactly. Maybe it was his hair. Or his teeth. Or his glasses. Or the fact that he answered Mr. Benvie's questions as if he might actually have a brain. Usually he just tried to sort of disappear, but it never worked. Idiots like Shane Coolen or Tyler March wouldn't take their eyes off him. They wouldn't shut up about him. They wouldn't quit laughing at him.

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Quid Pro Quo

Quid Pro Quo

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I hated law school, but if I hadn't spent three years of my life there, I wouldn't have known anything about fraud, blackmail or the principle of equity. In other words, I wouldn't have known what I needed to know to save my mother's life.

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Res Judicata

Res Judicata

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The guy had his hands around my neck and was slamming my head against the floor. I guess he couldn't decide whether he wanted to strangle me or bash my brains in. Either that, or he'd just got tired of killing people the usual way.

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Reviens

Reviens

(Comeback)
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Small Bones

Small Bones

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Small Bones Unabridged Audiobook

Small Bones Unabridged Audiobook

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The Puppet Wrangler

The Puppet Wrangler

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He was supposed to say, "You're my Bitsiest bestiest friend," but every time he got to that 'bestiest' part, his mouth jammed open and his little pink tongue slipped out the side. He looked so human I couldn't believe it. It was like he was gagging on it or something.

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Triggered

Triggered

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Un trabajo sin futuro

Un trabajo sin futuro

(Dead End Job)
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Corrí sin mirar para atrás hasta la tienda, resbalando con los zapatos llenos de grasa, derribando latas de comida, golpeándome contra los estantes. Me lancé hacia el teléfono. Levanté el auricular. Podía sentir a Devin detrás de mí
   Empecé a marcar nueve, uno...
   Colgó el teléfono de un manotazo.
   —Tenía la esperanza de no tener que llegar a este punto.

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