Blogs of Wrath - Softcover

Noker, Todd "Nuke 'Em"

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1440172986 ISBN 13: 9781440172984

Verlag: iUniverse, 2010

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Carl DeReese only wants to survive junior high school in the Salt Lake City suburbs, but in an era where teachers are afraid of the students, some of his behavior is misdiagnosed as threatening. His longing to fit into a new school is complicated by a family tragedy, followed by a breakdown in the classroom that leads to criminal charges.

When he finally makes friends with a kid named Dex, his troubles seem to have ended. Typical teenage angst is multiplied when the expected birth of a sibling turns tragic, leaving Carl heartbroken and confused. A callous teacher pushes Carl into an emotional corner and his outburst results in suspension from school and criminal charges.

With so many authority figures assuming that he is dangerous and threatening, Carl has to decide for himself if he truly believes what everyone is telling him. The friends he makes and the support from his parents might be the only things that help him survive. His emotions are honest, his online confessions are genuine and heartbreaking, and his fear of what the next day brings will make even older readers wonder how they survived junior high school.

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Todd "Nuke 'Em" Noker is the author of Rated F, and Path of Totality. He is the program director and on-air personality at X96 radio station. He lives with his wife in Farmington, Utah. Zack D. Shutt started blogging at age twelve, and had his first self-published work banned from junior high when he was only fourteen. His blog is the inspiration for this novel. Zack is currently a professional web designer and programmer. He currently resides in Farmington, Utah.

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Blogs of Wrath

By Todd "Nuke 'Em" Noker Zack D. Shutt

iUniverse

Copyright © 2010 Todd C. Noker & Zack D. Shutt
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4401-7298-4

Chapter One

July 29

I get nervous sometimes. Dad says that nerves lead to pressure, and too much pressure can make you explode. When a pot of corn on the cob was boiling on the stove, he held the lid down and illustrated this theory by showing me the way the steam lifted it. When you have pressure, you need a release-a valve to free yourself. Some people have journals for this kind of liberation. Well, I've got mine. My name is Carlos DeReese and this is my blog.

August 1

About my name, Carlos DeReese-it is confusing to some people, because they expect me to be anything except a pale white kid with blond hair and blue eyes. The story of my name comes from my great-grandfather, who grew up in New Mexico. My mom says that it was a common name there at the time, and that's where it came from. His name was Carlos, and my parents named me after him. I go by Carl, and I dread roll call on the first day of school, when teachers ask for Carlos DeReese. I always have to correct them and tell them, "It's Carl." The cool teachers make a note on their list and call me Carl the rest of the year. The lame teachers have to be reminded constantly. It will really suck when school starts in a few weeks, because we're building a new house in a new neighborhood, and that means I will have to go to a different school.

August 8

When I stand in what will be our new house, I wonder if it will really be done by the end of the month as they say. My new bedroom will be in the basement-which is fine, because I can have some privacy to listen to music without my dad telling me it's time to turn it down and go to bed. Plus, we'll have the house wired with Comcast high-speed Internet. I want to eventually get a laptop with wireless Internet, so I can design a network, but that's down the road. Maybe that can be a future Xmas or birthday gift if I keep my grades up.

What freaks me out is people can see right through the walls. It's not as if the house is done yet, but I can stand in what will be my bedroom and see right through the wall into the downstairs family room. From the street, I can see into the whole house. It doesn't seem like home with the entire world able to look through the walls. It's just boards and sawdust and two-by-fours.

Maybe we should forget the walls, and let the world watch us as we do our daily stuff. We could be a reality show: House without Walls. But then, that's what this blog is. I'll use my mouse and click on Publish, and the whole world will be able to read this. Trouble is, most people won't even know it's here.

August 29

It's weird moving to a new school. My dad tells me all about when he was a kid, and how they moved to different states a couple of times. I'm just lucky to be staying here in Utah. Moving from another town just a few miles away shouldn't feel so different, but the people just aren't the same. Maybe we can go back to Woods Cross, and I won't have such a hard time learning all these new faces in a new school. I already miss my old friends Tim and Trent. It's like a billion names were poured into my head today. Not that I can keep track of them or match them to faces. Imagine taking all the names that you've ever known and then shifting them to different people.

After today I just wanted to get back home, so I could mess around with my computer stuff that's sort of unpacked and scattered all over the floor. I should probably organize all of my nerdy computer gadgets, but, whatever. Dragging myself through today took a lot of energy, and cleaning just plain sucks.

My life for the past couple of days has been ripping packing tape off U-Haul boxes and rediscovering every stupid worldly possession I have. I find junk that I don't need, and search forever to find what I'm looking for.

August 30

The thing about Farmington Junior High is that the building itself seems like it was designed just to confuse me. In my old school the hallways made sense. I could almost close my eyes and know where to go. In FJH, I feel like I need GPS simply to find my locker. I swear, between classes the custodians must make it a point to pull the locker numbers off and rearrange them. People are messing with my head, seriously.

I miss Woods Cross. Stupid, I know. On a map, the towns are almost right next to each other. It takes about eleven minutes (I timed it) to drive from our old house to our new house. Of course, that's on the freeway, and I'm only thirteen. By the time I get to drive I probably won't even remember anybody from the old neighborhood.

Since the carpet in our house is new, we have to take our shoes off. This is because we don't have a yard yet, and everything is covered with dirt. Dad says he wants to put in a sprinkler system, spread topsoil, and then top it off with sod. Lucky me, I'll get to help. When I'm old, is that all I'll have to worry about? Just stupid grass and sprinklers?

August 31

In my new neighborhood, everyone is either young-like freaking preschool or elementary young-or old. The house next door is filled with children. I haven't actually been able to count all of them, but there must be at least five kids. The oldest is in third grade. Across the street are Mr. and Mrs. Flinders. When I first read the name on the mailbox, I thought it said Flanders, and that would have been okely-dokely with me. (Get it? Simpsons joke.) Anyway, they're old. No kids. I'm the only person on our street in junior high. I walk to and from school alone.

The worst part of school is lunch. Not because what they allege to be food is putrid or anything like that. (Let it be known that the meals are crappy.) It's because I don't want to sit at a table all alone. Last year, in seventh grade, it was pretty scary, but at least I had Tim and Trent around, and we were going through it together. Today at lunch I didn't want to sit at a table alone. I just couldn't. So I bought some chips from the vending machine and walked around eating them. When they were gone, I just continued walking around in the hallway, so it looked like I was going somewhere, even though I wasn't.

If they'd let me take a bus to Woods Cross Junior High just for lunch period, I'd be happy. Then I could see my friends and not sit alone in the cafeteria. I hope I'm not being a big baby about all of this. Maybe I am. Maybe nobody really cares anyway.

September 5

Have you ever looked under a table at a restaurant and found a crust of gum stuck all over the bottom? My history class can be boring, but today one of the cheerleaders totally freaked out. She screamed and said, "There's a bunch of boogers stuck under my desk!" Then she lifted up her hand, held it in front of her, and said, "And now they're on my hand." She almost started to cry, I swear, as she ran to the bathroom. The whole class laughed, and we really needed a break. It was perfect timing. Even the teacher smiled a little.

Most of my other classes are pretty good-except for gym. Yesterday I got pantsed when we were playing basketball. Everyone thought it was pretty funny, but I was so embarrassed I thought I was going to die. Luckily my underwear only went down part of the way, so my white butt was only partially exposed. And the girls weren't in the gym at the time, thank God. Coach Tate told me to "toughen up," but I really just wanted to go home. Most of the time, I try to fake a headache so I don't have to...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: iUniverse
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2010
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1440172986
• ISBN 13: 9781440172984
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 236
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