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    Cry For The Moon
    Cry For The Moon
    Cry For The Moon
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    Cry For The Moon

    By Jayne Haines

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    Eighth-grade Portia Madden may be the class clown, but there is nothing funny about her life at home. A deep dark family secret; her dad’s depression, has enshrouded her family for years. Portia may have a crush on the hottest guy in school, but her love of horses and involvement in the sport of trick riding, or “vaulting,” has been her true passion. When she gets a chance to travel from the heat of Arizona to compete in California on horseback, nothing can stand in her way... or so she thinks. Portia realizes that before she can realize her dreams she must set her family free. But then a mean joke backfires and surprises everyone. Sometimes when you reach out and simply cry for the moon, miracles can happen that are simply out of this world.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJayne Haines
    Release dateJun 5, 2010
    ISBN9781466163621
    Cry For The Moon
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    Jayne Haines

    I am a published author with over 20 years of experience in writing and editing. As a member of SCBWI (The Society of Chidren's Book Writers and Illustrators) and San Diego Book Awards Association, I have been honored with awards for my poetry and works of fiction. I have been employed as a full-time Senior Copywriter, and now am devoted to a continued career writing for children and young adults.

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      Cry For The Moon - Jayne Haines

      Cry For The Moon

      by Jayne Haines

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      Copyright © 2011 by Jayne Haines

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      This is a work of fiction. Names, character, places, brands, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

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      Thanks to my writing group friends Beth Brust, Stacey Goldblatt and John Ritter who kept me going on this book.

      Cry For The Moon

      by Jayne Haines

      Chapter 1

      Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen. We count out loud as Mrs. Vincent sprays out her early morning sneezes. She stops at twenty-one because it’s Monday. If it were Friday she’d be racking up thirty or forty after a full week of breathing the dust that fills the rooms of Einslime… I mean, Einstein Middle School.

      Mrs. V. wipes her nose with a tissue that magically appears from deep inside her sleeve. Then in one sweeping motion, she slides her dusty bifocals back into position, and scans the room with a look that could peel paint off a wall.

      Even though it’s Algebra class, she hates it when we count.

      Has everyone handed up their homework? Her marble eyes roll over to me as usual.

      What homework? I ask. The kids sitting around me start cracking up.

      Miss Madden. She leans over my desk. "Perhaps you’d like to demonstrate

      ‘what homework’ by solving a problem on the board." Her hand opens up like an oyster shell, offering me a white chunk of chalk.

      On most days I’d screw up the problem for a few more laughs. Like that time I didn’t know the answer and wrote a sad face in the results column. But this time I will get it right. -10 + (-17) = -27.

      I take a bow and sit back down.

      Almost the end of eighth grade, and I’m holding steady to my rep: Portia Madden: Class Clown, which is cool with me.

      The bell rings and we cram through the door to escape. I run up to my best friend Allie who’s limping ahead of me in the hall. Allie dreams of being a pro surfer, which is pretty hard when you live in Sundale, Arizona. The name pretty much says it all: Sunny, sunny, Sundale. There are hundreds of miles of hot desert between us and the nearest beach, so I’ve gotten Allie into vaulting for now. It sounds pretty random, but the kind of vaulting we do is not like what everyone tries in gymnastics, where you run and jump over this leather horse-thing and land on a cushy mat. We do tricks on real, live horses while someone is running them around in circles. It’s like flying actually, only better. Allie says that vaulting and surfing use the same muscles, so she’ll be ready to ride the waves when she escapes to California for college some day.

      As for me… vaulting is my life. Because horses are my life.

      Hey, what’s wrong with your leg? I ask Allie as she swats her golden mane of hair away from her eyes.

      Don’t look at me! She whips her backpack off one shoulder and swings it around to cover her face.

      What happened? I wonder why she is being so dramatic. I grab her by the arm to get a better look. Her cheek is scraped and puffy and one eye is all swollen like she’s been in a fight.

      Ew! Tell me what happened!

      I wiped out on Bandit, she says, spinning away from me. I was trying to do a flip on him last night while he was trotting. My foot missed his back on the way down. I landed on top of him face-first.

      Last night was Sunday. What were you doing at the ranch? We don’t have practice on Sundays, I reminded her.

      "I know, but we had friends in town from New York and they were bored, I think, so my mom drove them over to see the ranch. Coach Mona was there and let me show them what I do when I vault. She rigged Bandit up and let me demonstrate. I ended up showing them how not to vault, actually."

      Here. I reach into the side pocket of my pack and pull out a pair of sunglasses stuck way down on the bottom. I rub the graham cracker crumbs off the lenses. Wear these.

      Ok, cool, she says.

      We walk into Science and Mr. Pyle is busy writing a new rule on the board: If I hear YOUR cell phone, it becomes MY cell phone. Obviously, he is still pretty mad that Brett Schroeder’s phone went off with this explosion sound in lab yesterday. He must’ve downloaded that crazy ring. Mr. Pyle probably thought it was one of his chemicals blowing up, because he freaked. It was perfect! No problem with me breaking the cell phone rule in his class. Blame my parents for that one. It was part of a stupid deal I’d agreed to when I never imagined losing my phone a week after I got it. Well, I actually didn’t lose it. It fell out of my pocket when I was cleaning hooves at the ranch and was immediately stepped on by my horse. Maybe if I’d told the truth to my parents instead of acting like it was stolen, it could’ve been fixed. Doubtful though. It was pretty much shattered.

      Mr. Pyle is the perfect name for our science teacher. His first name is Howard, but it really should be How weird. Ha! To see him from a distance, he looks like your average, generic, science-type guy. But as you get closer, you begin to smell something extremely foul. And the more he talks, the worse it gets. Bad breath extraordinaire! Maybe he eats fish for breakfast, or doesn’t brush his teeth. Or he brushes his teeth with fish. Who knows? Understandably, no one sits in the front row in Science.

      The morning bell is about ten seconds from ringing when Jamie Nancarrow struts in with her designer bag of the day. This time it’s a Marc Jacobs clutch. She pokes her nose up towards the note on the board and makes a public display of removing her leopard-print designer cell phone from her purse and shutting it off. She takes her seat in the back. Shayla, her shadow, follows along like a teacup poodle.

      We barely survive the hour listening to Mr. Pyle spit out everything he knows about the reproductive cycle of plants, and how it is similar to the human reproductive cycle. I get a sense that we’re talking sex education here, which is totally inappropriate and disgusting.

      The boys are as immature as always, snorking and squirming. All except Josh who sits right behind me.

      No one knows how I feel about Josh. Not even Allie has a clue that I wash my hair with extra body volumizing watermelon-scented shampoo, so when I lean back, it brushes across the top of his desk like an irresistibly fragrant velvet curtain. And no one has a clue that I’m always waiting for someone to answer a question behind

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