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Zusatztext "In her signature style! McDaniel explores the grief! anger! and upheaval caused by a school bombing. . . . Readers will be drawn to the novel's brevity! romance! and ripped-from-the-headlines subject matter."-- SLJ "Teens dealing with devastating illness and injury . . . Likable characters . . . an eye-catching cover . . . should draw plenty of romance readers."-- BooklistOnline.com "As much a romance as it is the story of school violence! prejudice! and false accusations. . . . An appealing! easy read."-- VOYA Informationen zum Autor LURLENE MCDANIEL is the #1 author of inspirational fiction for young adults. She lives in Chattanooga, Tennessee. Klappentext In the vein of This is Where It Ends ! this exploration of grief and tragedy in the aftermath of a bomb explosion at a high school is sadly topical and powerfully heartrending. At 7:45 a.m. a bomb goes off at Edison High. Nine people die instantly. Fifteen are critically wounded. Twenty-two are injured. One is blinded. In the aftermath of the violent tragedy! survive struggle to cope and heal as a result of something they may never understand. Told in alternating points of view! Red Heart Tattoo deals with issues of violence! death! and trauma in the lives of five teens. 1 Morgan Frierson looked across the football field, at stands filled with Edison students, all stomping and cheering for the start of the pep rally. A frenzied exhibition of school spirit would guarantee that Edison’s principal and staff would authorize another such rally. And who didn’t want to cut out of last period thirty minutes early? Morgan knew some kids were already melting away into the Michigan afternoon, ditching school and the rally, but most were hanging around in the stands. She stood at the mouth of the short tunnel leading from the locker room, the football team stamping behind her, waiting for Principal Simmons to finish his comments on the makeshift stage in the middle of the field. The marching band had already played and gone through a few formations, and now its members were standing at the foot of the stage, sweating in the hot sun. Morgan fidgeted impatiently, and when she felt the brush of lips on the back of her neck, she jumped a foot. “Whoa, babe! It’s a kiss, not a knife,” she heard her boyfriend, Trent Caparella, say. Behind them, a few of the players made smacking sounds and off-color remarks. Trent turned, saying good-naturedly, “Knock it off, dirtbags.” Morgan spun to face Trent. “You startled me.” Trent was a soccer player, but during football season Coach used Trent’s kicking leg to add necessary extra points and field goals to the scoreboard. “Nervous, Madam President?” They were seniors and Morgan had been elected student council president. Today was her first public speech to the student body. “Nervous? How could I be? I just love talking to a thousand kids who are going to ignore me.” “Never happen. When they see you coming, they’ll bow.” “Very funny.” Morgan chewed her bottom lip, heard her name from the principal’s mike. She took a deep breath. “Here I go.” She jogged onto the field, looking at the ground so she wouldn’t trip. Catcalls and cheers erupted from the stands. She glanced up to see her best friend, Kelli, and a whole squad of cheerleaders waving at her. The front rows of the stands were packed with her fellow seniors, benches of honor at every pep rally, off-limits to the other kids. Morgan trotted up the platform stairs, her hair bobbing on her shoulders, and went to the mike. “Seniors, juniors, sophomores, freshmen!” The bleachers yipped with whistles and stomping. Each class attempted to outscreech the others. Morgan quickly decided to dump her prepared remarks about school spirit. “Here they are!” she shouted. “Your Figh...
