About the Author

Monique Polak

MONIQUE POLAK is a regular contributor to The Montreal Gazette and has been published in many other major publications such as the Globe and Mail, The National Post, and Newsday. She is also the author of the Sports Stories novel Flip Turn, a Canadian Children's Centre Our Choice selection, and the SideStreets novels All In and On the Game, which was also an Our Choice selection. She lives in Montreal with her husband and daughter, where she teaches writing and English Literature.

www.moniquepolak.com

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121 Express

121 Express

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"Cut it out!" the driver shouted. He might have said it again, but I couldn't tell for sure over all the noise.

In a weird way, I was having fun. When some of the kids around me started laughing, I laughed too. I reached for the ball of paper that had landed on the floor and threw it as hard as I could toward the back of the bus.

"Hey, new guy!" a voice called. "You pitch like a girl!"

I bristled. It was my own fault; I'd called attention to myself.

I knew whatever I did next was important. This was what my mom would call a defining moment. She says life is all about defining moments, only most people miss them. They're too busy doing other stuff.

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Bullies Rule

Bullies Rule

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Finding Elmo

Finding Elmo

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I've come up with a plan," Dad said.
Phew, I thought, relaxing a little. Dad was a smart guy. I should have known he'd come up with a plan. Maybe he wanted to hang a bigger sign outside the store or advertise on the radio.
But it wasn't that at all.
"I've agreed to start renting out the big birds," Dad said. For a second, I felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach. What was Dad thinking? "For parties and conventions. It's a good way to bring in extra cash--" Here, he paused for a moment.
"They want Elmo first.

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Forensics Squad Unleashed

Forensics Squad Unleashed

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Hate Mail

Hate Mail

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Home Invasion

Home Invasion

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I was turning the corner to my street when I spotted the key. Because of the way the sun was shining, it glistened. Someone had left it right in the lock of their front door.
The house was a small red brick cottage that looked a lot like ours. I walked up the front stairs and raised my finger to the doorbell. My plan was to let whoever lived there know they'd forgotten the key.
I didn't ring the doorbell. I turned the doorknob and let myself in.

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I Am a Feminist

I Am a Feminist

Claiming the F-Word in Turbulent Times
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Junkyard Dog

Junkyard Dog

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One of the private-school boys grabs hold of his buddy's arm. "Let's get outta here," he says. "See the fangs on that monster? And the way his ears are sticking up?" I don't like him calling Smokey a monster. If Smokey's baring his fangs, it's because he's on the alert. I head for the cash. I feel like Smokey needs me. Like I understand him in a way no one else does.

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Learning the Ropes

Learning the Ropes

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Leggings Revolt

Leggings Revolt

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Miracleville

Miracleville

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No More Pranks

No More Pranks

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Uncle Jean did the one thing you're never supposed to do in a kayak. He leaned over hard, so that all his weight bore down on one side of the kayak. And Uncle Jean is big. We were about to capsize.

Aunt Daisy's words rang in my head, like a song you can't forget, no matter how hard you try. "Three minutes until you lose sensation in your extremities."

I wriggled my fingers and toes. While I still could.

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Passover

Passover

Festival of Freedom
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Passover Family

Passover Family

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Planet Grief

Planet Grief

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Princess Angelica, Camp Catastrophe

Princess Angelica, Camp Catastrophe

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illustrated by Jane Heinrichs
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Princess Angelica, Part-time Lion Trainer

Princess Angelica, Part-time Lion Trainer

by Monique Polak
illustrated by Jane Heinrichs
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Pyro

Pyro

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So Much It Hurts

So Much It Hurts

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Straight Punch

Straight Punch

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The Middle of Everywhere

The Middle of Everywhere

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Tarksalik is about forty feet ahead of me, running by the side of the road. I can tell she's got sled-dog blood in her from the way she runs: head high, legs taut.
The sun has just come up, and when it lands on Tarksalik, it looks like she's shining too. For the first time since I found out I'd be spending this term in Nunavik, in northern Quebec, getting reacquainted with my dad, I don't feel one hundred percent miserable. Right now, as I let the fresh cold air fill my lungs, I'd say I'm down to about eighty-five percent miserable.
Maybe, I think as I watch Tarksalik run, this visit won't turn out to be a total disaster. Maybe there's more to life than Montreal.

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What World is Left

What World is Left

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I scratch the skin around my shoulder. I know I mustn't, but I can't help it. I am itchy everywhere. I fight the urge to jump out of the bunk. Besides, there is no place to go. We are prisoners here. If only this was the dream and I could wake up and return to my old life.

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