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    Who is Tanksy?
    Who is Tanksy?
    Who is Tanksy?
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    Who is Tanksy?

    By Bev Katz Rosenbaum

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    Fourteen-year-old Tanya Kofsky is invisible.

    She hates that no one listens to her, at home or at her new school. So as student elections get underway, Tanya starts secretly painting controversial images on the walls of the school. Soon everyone is talking about this amazing artist with a lot to say. The election results turn out to be a catalyst for more rebellion. And not just from students. Teachers, tired of the principal's authoritarian leadership, start promoting self-expression. Even the lunch ladies join in, ignoring the strictly controlled menu and serving more nutritious and culturally diverse fare.

    But can this revolution effect real change? Or will speaking up lead to complete disaster?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOrca Book Publishers
    Release dateAug 27, 2019
    ISBN9781459820876
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      Who is Tanksy? - Bev Katz Rosenbaum

      Acknowledgments

      Chapter One

      Day one at my new school. Moving to a new part of town where I didn’t know anybody was scary enough. But I know it’s going to be an extra bad year when I see the Grinch look-alike at the entrance to Grayson Junior High. He’s barking, Keep moving, people! every two seconds. Has to be the principal, Mr. Stone.

      I find the hallway with my locker on the third try. I like your nails, I make myself say to the girl with the locker next to mine. I really do like them. They’re a calming ocean blue. I could use some calm.

      She stares at me and says, I wouldn’t normally wear this color, but I’m raising awareness of pool deaths.

      Raising awareness…?

      Of pool deaths. She looks down at my baggy pants and narrows her eyes. Last year my cousin drowned at a party in a backyard swimming pool.

      Oh wow, I’m sorry. So you’re raising money for… I trail off, confused.

      "I’m not raising money! I’m raising awareness!"

      Right, I say. But how will painting your nails help—

      She cuts me off. "So you’re not in favor of raising pool-death awareness?"

      Oh my god, I say quickly. That’s not what I meant. It’s just—

      The second bell rings at that exact second. Blue Nail Girl and her gang of blue-nailed followers don’t bother hearing me out.

      And, of course, the only available seat in my homeroom, when I find it, is next to a blue-nailer.

      I paste a smile on my face and say, Anybody sitting here?

      The girl just looks at me and says, I’m saving it.

      Which means, of course, You will never, ever sit beside me.

      As if the day isn’t already off to an awesome start, my first class is gym. We play dodgeball. Just the game to make everybody feel warm and fuzzy. I’m hit in the head about three seconds in. Our teacher, Ms. Fife, orders me to go sit in the bleachers. Which I happily do.

      The rest of the day is full of more mean girls and barking teachers. Then drama class is canceled because there’s an assembly.

      I hang out at the back of the gym. I realize too late that I’ve plopped myself down beside Blue Nail Girl and a guy who looks like a smaller version of Principal Stone.

      You running for school president? I hear Blue Nail Girl ask the guy as I get up to find a different spot.

      Ouch!

      Crap. I just stepped on Blue Nail Girl’s toe.

      Sorry, I whisper.

      No worries, New Girl. She looks at me as if she’s trying to decide whether I’m worthy of her attention. I seem to pass the test. I’m Samantha Pimm. And this is Aidan Stone.

      Bingo. He’s the principal’s son.

      And you are…?

      Tanya, I say. Hi.

      Hi, Aidan says, sounding bored. Tanya what?

      Uh, Kofsky.

      He knits his dark eyebrows together. Kofsky sounds Jewish. Doesn’t it, Marcus?

      Marcus, sitting on the other side of Aidan, is a big, blank-looking guy. Yeah, he says.

      Yeah, says an even bigger awkward guy on the other side of Marcus. Wedged between them is the girl who wouldn’t let me sit next to her earlier, Ashley. I get the feeling she and Marcus are together.

      Shut up, Ox, says Aidan to the second guy, who, big as he is, deflates at Aidan’s words.

      Wow.

      You have dark skin, Aidan adds, turning back to me. But you can’t be Black. Black Jews aren’t a thing.

      Double wow. This guy is giving me chest pains. I can’t believe people still say stuff like this after everything that has happened in the world.

      I look at Samantha’s ocean-blue nails and order myself to stay calm. I’m not Black. I just have dark skin. But actually, there are lots of Black Jews. Ever heard of Drake?

      Drake isn’t Jewish.

      Uh, yeah, he is. He has a Jewish mother, and there’s stuff in his songs—

      No there isn’t, he says, as if saying so makes it true. Why am I even wasting my breath on this guy? People like him don’t listen.

      Oh my god, you can be such an idiot, Aidan, says Samantha.

      Huh. So at least someone stands up to him. Though Samantha does it in that annoying I love you anyhow tone.

      But you’ll still vote for me, right? Aiden says, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows.

      "If she’s

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