A series of books for mid-teens, dealing with the challenges, problems and excitement of becoming young women of faith. In the first book, Laura Duffy's family moves to Satellite Beach, Florida, where she initially feels out of place at a high school where her good grades mark her as a nerd. Then a school counselor, Mrs. Isaacsen (who turns out to be a Christian student's best friend) establishes a once-a-week group for conflicted girls.
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January 31, 2004
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Excerpt from New Girl in Town by Nancy Rue
'Nama Beach High Book 1: New Girl in Town Copyright © 2003 by Youth Specialties Youth Specialties Books, 300 South Pierce Street, El Cajon, CA 92020, are published by Zondervan, 5300 Patterson Avenue SE, Grand Rapids, MI 49530 Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Rue, Nancy N. New girl in town / by Nancy Rue. p. cm. -- ('Nama Beach High ; bk. 1) "Zondervan." Summary: When her family moves from Missouri to Panama City, Florida, sixteen-year-old Laura Duffy feels as if she will never fit in, but she joins a newly formed group and, along with the other "misfits," learns coping skills, self-esteem, and reliance on God from Panama Beach High School counselor Mrs. Isaacsen. ISBN 0-310-24399-8 (pbk.) [1. Interpersonal relations--Fiction. 2. Self-esteem--Fiction. 3. High schools--Fiction. 4. Schools--Fiction. 5. Christian life--Fiction.] I. title. II. Series. PZ7.R88515Ne 2004 [Fic]--dc22 2003011382 Unless otherwise indicated, all Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible: New International Version (North American Edition). Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or any other-except for brief quotations in printed reviews, without the prior permission of the publisher. Web site addresses listed in this book were current at the time of publication. Please contact Youth Specialties via e-mail (YS@YouthSpecialties.com) to report URLs that are no longer operational and replacement URLs if available. Editorial and art direction by Rick Marschall Edited by Karyl Miller Proofread by Laura Gross Cover and interior by Proxy Printed in the United States of America 03 04 05 06 07 08 / DC / 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 I, Laura Duffy, made a decision on October 20th of my junior year. It was a decision that rocked my world. After three days at Panama Beach High, it was obvious that I was essentially the biggest loser in Panama City, if not on the planet, and that nobody was ever going to speak to me. Period. My decision: I couldn't spend another lunch period pretending I didn't CARE that I was being ignored. I knew kids believed being a loser was contagious; I believed it too. I wouldn't want to be friends with me either. Decision: I was going to go to my locker, get a book, and eat my peanut-butter-and-sweet-pickle sandwich oblivious to all because what I was reading was so utterly stimulating... Okay, so it was still pretending, but at least with a book in my face nobody would see my awkward expression. You know the one people get when they feel like a large second thumb? Eyes darting all over, looking for a place to light. Skin the color of your mother's nail polish. Smile plastered on in an attempt to look perfectly fine with this get-me-OUT-of here situation. Minus the smile, in my case. I wasn't willing to show the entire student body of Panama Beach my mouth full of sparkling orthodontia. I think I was the only sixteen-year-old girl on record who was still in braces. And who didn't have significant breasts to speak of. And who took obsessive care of her contact lenses because she lived in fear that she'd lose them and have to wear her glasses. Glasses as thick as headlight covers. I made the decision after I walked into the cafeteria that day and dawdled near the doorway, pretending to adjust my backpack - I was becoming the master pretender - and watching groups form at various tables. Granted, these were the people who didn't have cars or weren't friends with people who had cars or didn't have the guts to leave campus even though they weren't juniors or seniors and thus weren't allowed to. Otherwise, they'd be screaming up Highway 231 right now, headed for the mall so they could choke down a Wendy's hamburger while