Teaser Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by MizB over at Should Be Reading!
To participate all you have to do is:
•Grab your current read
•Open to a random page
•Share “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
•BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS!
(make sure what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
Today’s teaser comes from The S-Word by Chelsea Pitcher
Release Date: May 7th, 2013
Published by: Gallery Books
First it was SLUT scribbled all over Lizzie Hart’s locker.
But one week after Lizzie kills herself, SUICIDE SLUT replaces it—in Lizzie’s looping scrawl.
Lizzie’s reputation is destroyed when she’s caught in bed with her best friend’s boyfriend on prom night. With the whole school turned against her, and Angie not speaking to her, Lizzie takes her own life. But someone isn’t letting her go quietly. As graffiti and photocopies of Lizzie’s diary plaster the school, Angie begins a relentless investigation into who, exactly, made Lizzie feel she didn’t deserve to keep living. And while she claims she simply wants to punish Lizzie’s tormentors, Angie’s own anguish over abandoning her best friend will drive her deep into the dark, twisted side of Verity High—and she might not be able to pull herself back out.
Debut author Chelsea Pitcher daringly depicts the harsh reality of modern high schools, where one bad decision can ruin a reputation, and one cruel word can ruin a life. Angie’s quest for the truth behind Lizzie’s suicide is addictive and thrilling, and her razor-sharp wit and fierce sleuthing skills makes her impossible not to root for—even when it becomes clear that both avenging Lizzie and avoiding self-destruction might not be possible
Kennedy pauses, dropping her gaze. It’s like it never occurred to her that Lizzie had a family. “Well anyway, her handwriting was no secret,” she says more softly.
“So anyone could imitate it?”
“But only a psychopath would?” I ask.
Finally, I lean in. “What about before? Befre she-”
“Before is different.” Kennedy brings her cup to her lips. “Like I said, now it’s deranged. Back then it was just…”
“Life ruining? Suicide inducing?”
She fishes for the dregs wih her tongue. “High school.”