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Winner of an American Indian Youth Literature Award
New York Times best-selling author Cynthia Leitich Smith turns to realistic fiction with the thoughtful story of a Native teen navigating the complicated, confusing waters of high school — and first love.
When Louise Wolfe’s first real boyfriend mocks and disrespects Native people in front of her, she breaks things off and dumps him over e-mail. It’s her senior year, anyway, and she’d rather spend her time with her family and friends and working on the school newspaper. The editors pair her up with Joey Kairouz, the ambitious new photojournalist, and in no time the paper’s staff find themselves with a major story to cover: the school musical director’s inclusive approach to casting The Wizard of Oz has been provoking backlash in their mostly white, middle-class Kansas town. From the newly formed Parents Against Revisionist Theater to anonymous threats, long-held prejudices are being laid bare and hostilities are spreading against teachers, parents, and students — especially the cast members at the center of the controversy, including Lou’s little brother, who’s playing the Tin Man. As tensions mount at school, so does a romance between Lou and Joey — but as she’s learned, “dating while Native” can be difficult. In trying to protect her own heart, will Lou break Joey’s?
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Cynthia Leitich Smith is the best-selling, acclaimed author of the Tantalize series and the Feral series. She is an enrolled member of the Muscogee (Creek) Nation and is on the advisory board of We Need Diverse Books. She lives in Austin, Texas.
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Falling Hard
Half past nine a.m. in the residual haze of my junior prom, I ducked into a powder room off the kitchen at the swanky lake house where the after-party took place.
It reeked of vanilla oil and was decorated with dead starfish.
Then I tapped my phone to update my newish best friend, Shelby Keller. We had texted off and on the night before, but this morning’s conversation mandated face-to-face communication. She answered with “Good morning, Louise. Please tell me you didn’t waste your maiden voyage into sexy fun time on that narcissistic player you call a boyfriend.”
“Not even,” I whispered to Shelby. “You know how Cam has to eat an entire cow or something every three hours? After the dance, we detoured to IHOP for a snack. On the way out, he threw up a whole bottle of champagne and a double-blueberry short stack in the parking lot. Then he passed out in the limo.”
Her snort-laugh burst through the tiny speaker.
I replied, “Yeah, well, I may never eat pancakes again.” After all, unbuttoning your semiconscious boyfriend’s vomit-splattered shirt isn’t any girl’s prom-night fantasy.
“Sounds like I didn’t miss much,” Shelby said. With her part-time waitressing gig, she didn’t have much time to socialize. And her earnings went to necessities, not party dresses.
“Definitely not,” I said out of loyalty, though the actual dance had exceeded all expectations. “Cam and I are supposed to be at brunch in a half hour, and he’s still out cold.”
“Drooling?” Shelby asked.
“Snoring,” I admitted.
Her laugh was less affectionate than mine.
The lake house decor was high-dollar rustic. The quarter-back, Blake Klein, is one of Cam’s closest pals, and it’s Blake’s family’s second house. Not a trailer or hunting cabin — we’re talking steam room, a Sub-Zero refrigerator, and a motorboat in the detached garage. (It’s not so much on the lake as near the lake.)
I didn’t doubt that they had a maid service, too, but Mama raised me to be a considerate guest. Besides, having ventured into the family room, I was mindful of how whatever was left lying around might affect (for better) the boys’ reps and (for worse) the girls’.
While I was talking to Shelby, the other post-prom stragglers had already vacated the premises, including the unidentified human-shaped lump under a chenille throw on the sofa.
So I tossed the scattered beer cans and red plastic cups. I retrieved and repositioned the couch pillows, wiped down the immense black granite counters, and used salad tongs to remove the condom wrappers littering the rugs. Then, after clearing more plastic cups and a few stray Doritos from the deck, I finished the job by hauling out the trash.
Finally I returned upstairs to Cam. The night before, I’d crashed on the faux-distressed leather chaise longue in front of the bay window. He was still sprawled diagonally and bare chested on the king-size bed. Not his finest moment, but it didn’t matter. I was smitten.
On our first date, back in January, I’d mentioned that I’d only just recently moved to northeast Kansas from central Texas. I’d been convinced that Cam was all but ignoring me in favor of the basketball game on the sports bar TVs. Then, come Valentine’s Day, he’d given me a sterling silver souvenir charm in the shape of a longhorn.
He’d been listening to me, even though there had been a game on.
“Wake up.” I jostled his foot. “We’re going to be late.”
Cam’s parents, the Ryans, were cohosts of the annual post-prom brunch (by which I mean annual for East Hannesburg High School students whose families belong to the country club, along with their preferred teammates and their respective dates).
“Check your messages,” I said. “I bet your mother has already texted you.”
Cam squinted at the rotating ceiling fan and reached out his hands. “Lou, save me.”
“Are you hungover or still drunk?” I asked.
“Drunk with your beauty, drunk with your booty.”
“You can’t reach my booty from there.” I clapped loudly four times. “Up and at ’em, cowboy. Take heart: there will be food.”
“I can’t get up,” Cam whined. “Help me, Loulou.”
I hated when he called me that. But the night before, we’d dined on bacon-wrapped filet mignon at Pennington’s Steakhouse and swayed to classic Rihanna on the dance floor. By the magical light of the mirror ball, Cam had declared his love.
It was heady, intoxicating, being in love. So far as I was concerned, we could’ve stayed at the lake house all day, except for his parents.
“Shower! Now!” I risked taking his hands, and Cam, laughing, yanked me down on top of him. He tickled my sides. I curled up, trying to protect myself, but I was laughing, too.
Cam’s mother greeted us in the posh country-club lobby. “Louise, dear! Don’t you look pretty this morning? How was the dance?”
Before I could reply, she added, “You’ll have to excuse Cam so we can have a brief word. Family business, you understand.” She gestured with her Bloody Mary toward the reserved private dining room. “Don’t miss the crepes station.”
Crepes! I crossed the mosaic tile floor to the freestanding sign: ehhs prom brunch.
From the arched double doorway, I wandered in, marveling over the colorful art-glass chandelier, the crisp white table linens, the carved ice bowl of peel-and-eat shrimp, and the party of fifty or so, chatting, toasting, and taking photos. In addition to the crepes, I weighed the merits of an omelet station, a prime rib station, a silver platter of lox shaped like blooming roses, and a mirrored, five-tiered pyramid display of succulent-looking fruit.
I’d never been to a wedding with such a fancy, expensive spread — let alone a Sunday brunch. Don’t get me wrong. My family isn’t poor. I guess you’d say we’re middle middle class.
We’d moved to East Hannesburg, Kansas, immediately after the previous Christmas, between my junior-year semesters. It didn’t feel like home yet, not the way Cedar Park, Texas, had.
Definitely not the way Indian Country, Oklahoma, does.
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