Learning Seventeen
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New Hope Academy, or, as seventeen-year-old Jane Learning likes to call it, No Hope, is a Baptist reform school where Jane is currently being held captive.
Of course, smart, sarcastic Jane has no interest in reforming, failing to see any benefit to pretending to play well with others. But then Hannah shows up, a gorgeous bad girl with fiery hair and an even stormier disposition. She shows Jane how to live a full and fulfilling life even when the world tells you you're wrong, and how to believe in a future outside the "prison" walls. Jane soon learns, though, that Hannah is quietly battling some demons of her own.
Brooke Carter
Brooke Carter is a Canadian novelist and the author of several contemporary books for teens, including Double or Nothing (Junior Library Guild Gold Selection), Learning Seventeen (CCBC Best Book for Teens) and Sulfur Heart from the Orca Soundings line. She earned her MFA in creative writing at UBC.
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Learning Seventeen - Brooke Carter
One
Prologue
Hannah always said, Everyone has a story to tell. You’re the star of your own life’s journey. I thought that was both adorable and cheesy as hell. It turns out she was right and wrong—I do have a story to tell, but the truth is, my life didn’t really even start until she showed up. The day she walked into the gray walls of New Hope Academy with her wild red hair and her loud voice and curvy body was the day I started living. This might be my story, but she was the star.
I’m getting ahead of myself. If I’m going to tell this story, I’ll have to go back to the time before Hannah. It’s hard to think of those days. I was so lost and just waiting for someone to find me. Looking back, I hardly recognize myself. But there’s something good to be found in all this, I know it. If I can change, and if Hannah could have loved the messed-up person I was, then who knows? I might have a future after all. You might too. Whoever you are, I hope this story finds you the way Hannah found me. I hope it lifts you up. I hope you’ll see the truth in it. I hope you’ll see that things can get better. Even for people like you and me.
Chapter One
Intake at New Hope Academy—or, as I like to call it, No Hope—is a lot more boring than it sounds. The word intake seems like it might be about getting something, but really it’s about taking things away. They take you away from your home, from your friends, from your old school, from your neighborhood, from sex (especially the unholy
kind), from junk food, from television, from the sweet smell of marijuana, from staying out all night, from doing whatever you want whenever you want, from your favorite low-cut top, from your angry music, from your weird dyed hair, and from everything that makes you, well, you. After all, Baptist reform schools put a pretty heavy emphasis on the reform
side of things.
When you walk into these unremarkable yet somehow threatening walls, they take your temperature, your medical history, your allergies, your past, your present, your future, your bad attitude, your lack of faith, and they write it all down. Oh, they love to write things down. I think they do that so they can hold your sins against you.
They want to tear you down so they can build you up fresh. I know their game. I see how it works on the others, all the sad little boys and girls who get sent here because their mommies and daddies just can’t deal anymore. I see how it works on the meek little girl they pair me up with as a roommate-slash-cellmate. Marcie, her name is. Might as well be Mouse for the squeak of her voice. So timid she can’t even look me in the eye.
The people here think I’m just like Mouse on the inside, a good girl waiting to get out, but their Find-Jesus program won’t work on me. No, I’m a different species altogether. If Mouse is a rodent, then I’m the cat. I wonder how long it will take them to figure it out.
My stepmonster, Sheila, convinced Dad that No Hope is their last hope at straightening me out, so to speak, so they’re dumping me in here along with all the other unwanted weirdo kids. Dad didn’t even take time off from work to attend my intake
and left it up to Sheila to get me settled. I guess her idea of settled
means pushing me inside the front doors and then speeding off in her Acura.
I’ve been through the orientation
process, which is really just a rundown of the rules (spoiler alert—there’s a lot of them). I have a couple pairs of scratchy skirted uniforms and a blank journal, and I am now sitting here in my cell.
The room has linoleum floors and two single beds, one for me and one for Mouse, and the walls are decorated with paintings of Jesus that look like they were done by some teenager who was locked up here in the ’70s or something because ol’ Jesus is throwing down some sweet rock-and-roll hair. For some reason, none of the paintings show a whole-body shot. Each image is of a different part of his body. Dismembered Jesus really gives me the creeps.
Over my bed is a painting of his hands, palms up, the skin color a little too yellow and the nail-wound blood a little too pink and applied too thick on the canvas, as if the artist thought piling on the paint would make their total lack of talent less obvious.
There is a painting of his eyes, all sad-like, over Mouse’s bed.
The top of sad Jesus’ head with his overgrown mullet hovers over the doorway. That one has a crown of thorns and a halo. I think either one would have been enough, but what do I know?
And then there’s the one of his feet. Oh, the feet.
They look just like I always imagined God’s feet would look like. Huge, wide, stubby-toed white feet in strappy brown-leather sandals with flat soles. When I first saw the painting I had to sit down on the squeaky little bed because just looking at it made me feel dizzy.
It’s true, I thought. God really is a foot.
You see, when I was a little kid I asked my mom (my REAL mom, not the stepmonster) about God and she told me that he was everywhere and that he could see everything. I said he must be really big to be everywhere at once, and Mom agreed.
I remember we were standing in our backyard and the wind was blowing the sheets on the clothesline. I said that I bet God’s