We Are the Wildcats
(Sprache: Englisch)
A toxic coach finds himself outplayed by the high school girls on his team in this deeply suspenseful novel, which unspools over twenty-four hours through six diverse perspectives.
Tomorrow, the Wildcat varsity field hockey squad will play the...
Tomorrow, the Wildcat varsity field hockey squad will play the...
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A toxic coach finds himself outplayed by the high school girls on his team in this deeply suspenseful novel, which unspools over twenty-four hours through six diverse perspectives.Tomorrow, the Wildcat varsity field hockey squad will play the first game of their new season. But at tonight's team sleepover, the girls are all about forging the bonds of trust, loyalty, and friendship necessary to win.
Everything hinges on the midnight initiation ceremony-a beloved tradition and the only facet of being a Wildcat that the girls control. Until now.
Coach-a handsome former college player revered and feared in equal measure-changes the plan and spins his team on a new adventure. One where they take a rival team's mascot for a joyride, crash a party in their pajamas, break into the high school for the perfect picture.
But as the girls slip out of their comfort zone, so do some long-held secrets. And just how far they're willing to go for their team takes them all-especially Coach-by surprise.
A testament to the strength and resilience of modern teenage girls, We Are the Wildcats will have readers cheering.
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1. Friday, August 26: 12:27 P.M.: Luci FRIDAY, AUGUST 26
12:27 P.M.
LUCI
Bite down as hard as you can."
Luci Capurro sinks her teeth into a perforated metal tray packed with pink clay. The overflow pushes through the tiny holes and streamers of orthodontic Play-Doh quickly fill the empty spaces inside her mouth. Luci gags, but thankfully the other girls-her new teammates-don't notice.
A celebration is brewing across the classroom.
Desks are bulldozed into corners. A platter of still-warm bagels and tubs of cream cheese carried away. A cooler with mini bottles of orange juice dragged across the linoleum. Someone turns up the volume on a cell phone and drops it into an empty plastic Solo cup. The vibrating plastic warbles the lyrics incomprehensibly, but it was the song of this summer. Everyone already knows the words.
As quickly as the dance floor appears it is filled by returning players. Luci identifies them as such by the varsity Wildcat gear they already possess. Dropped duffel bags from different regional tournaments. T-shirts boasting championships won before Luci moved to this town, boxy unisex styles snipped into more flattering silhouettes, like loose window dressings for their sport bras.
Though damp with sweat, they happily drape themselves onto each other and dance, paw, pinch, prune, grind, hip check. They seem so much older. Practically a different species of girl. The intimacy between them makes Luci feel like a creeper for staring.
But she is not the only one.
A smaller group of girls stands pressed against a table of computers, the dim monitors a contrast to their bright, adoring smiles. They must be the new players promoted from last season's freshman and JV teams, Luci decides. The veteran players shimmy over and take their hands. There is not a sneaker squeak of resistance. Even the shy ones close their eyes and dance.
No one notices Luci. It is not a slight. Luci is the only
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incoming freshman-technically still an eighth grader until Monday-to have made varsity. She is grateful that the dental tech's body mostly shields her from view, grateful she could point to the tray in her mouth if she were seen and beckoned to the dance floor. At this moment Luci doesn't have the courage to join in the fun. It took every last drop she had to bring her this far.
"And open." The dental tech pokes inside her mouth with his bitter rubber-gloved hand, scooping out the excess clay with his fingers and then checking the fit. "Okay, Luci, this looks good. Go ahead and close again. No talking for five minutes while the mold sets."
The song ends but the girls continue the beat, drumming on desks and walls, stomping their feet on the floor. The tech rolls his eyes and flings his used gloves into the trash. No one notices or cares that he's annoyed. The beat gets faster, building, blurring, until an impromptu cheer suddenly breaks out and nineteen teenage girls scream-sing the Wildcat fight song.
Luci hasn't memorized the words yet. It didn't feel particularly pressing. She wasn't making the team.
What a difference an hour makes.
Luci threads some stray wisps of hair behind her ears. Lowers her chin to her chest. Listens close.
We are the Wildcats, the navy blue and white,
We are the Wildcats, always ready for a fight!
Luci needs to learn names, too. She's picked up only a few. Not from any introductions or pleasantries but because the best players simply make themselves known.
One, a senior named Phoebe, breaks the horizon of bobbing heads by hopping up on a classro
"And open." The dental tech pokes inside her mouth with his bitter rubber-gloved hand, scooping out the excess clay with his fingers and then checking the fit. "Okay, Luci, this looks good. Go ahead and close again. No talking for five minutes while the mold sets."
The song ends but the girls continue the beat, drumming on desks and walls, stomping their feet on the floor. The tech rolls his eyes and flings his used gloves into the trash. No one notices or cares that he's annoyed. The beat gets faster, building, blurring, until an impromptu cheer suddenly breaks out and nineteen teenage girls scream-sing the Wildcat fight song.
Luci hasn't memorized the words yet. It didn't feel particularly pressing. She wasn't making the team.
What a difference an hour makes.
Luci threads some stray wisps of hair behind her ears. Lowers her chin to her chest. Listens close.
We are the Wildcats, the navy blue and white,
We are the Wildcats, always ready for a fight!
Luci needs to learn names, too. She's picked up only a few. Not from any introductions or pleasantries but because the best players simply make themselves known.
One, a senior named Phoebe, breaks the horizon of bobbing heads by hopping up on a classro
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Autoren-Porträt von Siobhan Vivian
Siobhan Vivian is the author of the young adult novel We Are the Wildcats, as well as Stay Sweet, The Last Boy and Girl in the World, The List, Not That Kind of Girl, Same Difference, A Little Friendly Advice, and the Burn for Burn trilogy, cowritten with Jenny Han. A former editor for Alloy Entertainment, she received her MFA in creative writing at the New School. She teaches creative writing at the University of Pittsburgh. Visit her at SiobhanVivian.com.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Siobhan Vivian
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 14 Jahre
- 2020, Export, 368 Seiten, mit farbigen Abbildungen, Maße: 14,1 x 21,1 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Simon & Schuster US
- ISBN-10: 1534467041
- ISBN-13: 9781534467040
- Erscheinungsdatum: 25.11.2022
Sprache:
Englisch
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