Middle School: Get Me out of Here!

Middle School: Get Me out of Here!

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by James Patterson, Chris Tebbetts, Laura Park
     
 

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James Patterson's winning follow-up to the #1 New York Times bestseller Middle School, The Worst Years of My Life—which the LA Times called "a perfectly pitched novel"—is another riotous and heartwarming story about living large.

After sixth grade, the very worst year of his life, Rafe Khatchadorian thinks he has it made in

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Overview

James Patterson's winning follow-up to the #1 New York Times bestseller Middle School, The Worst Years of My Life—which the LA Times called "a perfectly pitched novel"—is another riotous and heartwarming story about living large.

After sixth grade, the very worst year of his life, Rafe Khatchadorian thinks he has it made in seventh grade. He's been accepted to art school in the big city and imagines a math-and-history-free fun zone.Wrong! It's more competitive than Rafe ever expected, and to score big in class, he needs to find a way to turn his boring life into the inspiration for a work of art. His method? Operation: Get a Life! Anything he's never done before, he's going to do it, from learning to play poker to going to a modern art museum. But when his newest mission uncovers secrets about the family Rafe's never known, he has to decide if he's ready to have his world turned upside down. (Includes over 100 illustrations.)

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Editorial Reviews

VOYA - Marlyn Beebe
The second book featuring Rafe Khatchadorian (who we met in last year's Middle School: The Worst Years Of My Life [Little, Brown, 2011/Voya August 2011]) opens as Rafe explains and describes his family's move to "The City," where they will live with his Grandma Dotty. Mrs. Donatello, Rafe's sixth-grade English teacher, arranges an interview for him at Cathedral School of the Arts, where it is hoped he will get into less trouble than he did at public school. Surprising no one but himself, Rafe is accepted, and though he resolves to not get in trouble anymore, circumstances and snooty classmate, Zeke McDonald, work against him. Zeke and his friends conspire to make the newcomer feel alone and shut out; the only student who likes Rafe is "Matty-the-Freak." Unfortunately, Matty's way of making Rafe feel welcome is to set him up to take the fall for Matty's not-so-funny capers. When Rafe finally realizes what Matty is up to, he refuses to cooperate, which causes Matty to turn on Rafe. This heavily illustrated (a la The Wimpy Kid series) book will be enjoyed by middle-grade boys, particularly reluctant readers, especially because of the deus ex machina ending in which they return to Hills Village, along with Grandma Dotty, where Rafe completes seventh grade at Airbrook Arts along with his friends. Reviewer: Marlyn Beebe
Booklist
"Short chapters and a partially graphic format are sure to appeal."
Los Angeles Times

"A keen appreciation of kids' insecurities and an even more astute understanding of what might propel boy readers through a book.... a perfectly pitched novel."
The Associated Press

"Cleverly delves into the events that make middle school so awkward: cranky bus drivers, tardy slips, bathroom passes and lots of rules.... Hopefully, this isn't the last we hear from Rafe
Khatchadorian."
The New York Times
"It's a chatty, funny, engaging book, one that often addresses the reader directly. It's filled with energetic cartoons... that will appeal to your little rebel, depicting teachers as dungeon-keepers, matadors and flying dragons. Patterson... knows how to structure a plot and builds in some surprising--even touching--twists.... Rafe is the bad boy with a heart of gold."
Library Media Connection
"Incredibly detailed and imaginative illustrations . . . add depth and humor. . . . an enjoyable story that even the most reluctant readers should enjoy."
Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books

"There is substance as well as appeal here.... Patterson deftly manages the pace of revelations that take readers deeper into Rafe's fragile trust.... Readers ready for something else in the same vein but more substantive than Kinney's Diary of a Wimpy Kid or Peirce's Big Nate should be introduced to Rafe."
From the Publisher
Praise for Middle School: Get Me out of Here!:


A #1 New York Times Bestseller
An Indiebound Bestseller
One of Barnes & Noble's Best Books of 2012"

Patterson and Tebbetts have created strong characters and relationships throughout the novel. Rafe has his triumphs and failures, but he's a realistic kid whom readers would want as a friend and coconspirator."—School Library Journal"

Will be enjoyed by middle-grade boys, particularly reluctant readers."—VOYA"

Short chapters and a partially graphic format are sure to appeal."—Booklist

Praise for Middle School, The Worst Years of My Life:
A 2012 Top Ten Quick Picks for Reluctant Young Readers title
A 2013 ALSC Summer Reading List Book
A 2013 Hawaii's Children's Choice Winner

* "As Patterson artfully weaves a deeper and more thought-provoking tale of childhood coping mechanisms and everyday school and family realities, readers are drawn into a deeper understanding of and compassion for the main characters."—School Library Journal, starred review"

A keen appreciation of kids' insecurities and an even more astute understanding of what might propel boy readers through a book.... a perfectly pitched novel."—Los Angeles Times"

Cleverly delves into the events that make middle school so awkward: cranky bus drivers, tardy slips, bathroom passes and lots of rules.... Hopefully, this isn't the last we hear from Rafe
Khatchadorian."—The Associated Press"

It's a chatty, funny, engaging book, one that often addresses the reader directly. It's filled with energetic cartoons... that will appeal to your little rebel, depicting teachers as dungeon-keepers, matadors and flying dragons. Patterson... knows how to structure a plot and builds in some surprising—even touching—twists.... Rafe is the bad boy with a heart of gold."—The New York Times"

The book's... dynamic artwork and message that 'normal is boring' should go a long way toward assuring kids who don't fit the mold that there's a place for them, too."—Publishers Weekly"

Incredibly detailed and imaginative illustrations . . . add depth and humor. . . . an enjoyable story that even the most reluctant readers should enjoy."—Library Media Connection"

There is substance as well as appeal here.... Patterson deftly manages the pace of revelations that take readers deeper into Rafe's fragile trust.... Readers ready for something else in the same vein but more substantive than Kinney's Diary of a Wimpy Kid or Peirce's Big Nate should be introduced to Rafe."—Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books

Children's Literature - Laura Backman
Rafe Khatchadorian's world has been turned upside down. After his mom loses her job, his family moves in with their grandmother in her tiny house in the city. Luckily, with the help of his favorite sixth grade teacher, the Dragon Lady, he is accepted into the Cathedral School of the Arts. Now in seventh grade, Rafe discovers Cathedral students can be just as mean and malicious as in his old middle school and he is soon targeted by the best of the bullies. Matty the Freak, who may just live up to his name, befriends Rafe and gets him into a bit of trouble. His best friend and companion, Leonardo the Silent, helps him plan Operation Get a Life, but Rafe's misunderstood intentions and misadventures force him to face the consequences of his actions. He also uncovers clues to what became of his father, whom Rafe hasn't seen since he was seven. Although the plot twists are at times not believable, Patterson's and Tebbetts' vivid, accessible characters and understanding of kids' insecurities will keep listeners laughing and engaged throughout this second "Middle School" series story. Kennedy's dramatized narration occasionally overshadows and gives a forced feel to some of Rafe's inner dialogue but he superbly captures the snarky attitude and unsteady vocalization of a pubescent boy. Thematic connections including family relationships, making choices, bullying, friendship, and peer pressure, naturally lend themselves to age appropriate discussions. Listeners are sure to be entertained during this humorous and thought-provoking tale. Reviewer: Laura Backman
School Library Journal
Gr 5–8—After being expelled from sixth grade in Middle School, the Worst Years of My Life (Little, Brown, 2011), Rafe Khatchadorian plans to turn himself around at an art school but meets an unexpected snag. The school is in a big city where his grandmother lives, and when his mother loses her job, they move in with her. Being the new kid takes its toll on Rafe's good intentions, and he soon runs afoul of the principal for tossing water balloons off the school roof onto students who criticized his artwork. The main narrative follows Rafe's efforts to keep his promise to his mother—and himself—to stay out of trouble. His dicey influences include Matt, his first school friend; and Silent Leo, Rafe's imaginary best friend and spirit of his deceased twin brother. Park's perfectly placed, detailed, humorous illustrations capture Rafe's struggles as well as his wild imagination and wry observations. The art often replaces the text entirely, effectively conveying the story for an entire chapter. A subplot involving Rafe's father, who left the family when his son was four years old, reflects the boy's growing maturity: "Like maybe if I could find out more about who my father was, I might find out more about me too." Patterson and Tebbetts have created strong characters and relationships throughout the novel. Rafe has his triumphs and failures, but he's a realistic kid whom readers would want as a friend and coconspirator.—M. Kozikowski, Sachem Public Library, Holbrook, NY

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780316206716
Publisher:
Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Publication date:
05/07/2012
Series:
Middle School Series, #2
Pages:
288
Sales rank:
172,353
Product dimensions:
5.40(w) x 7.80(h) x 1.10(d)
Lexile:
680L (what's this?)
Age Range:
10 - 13 Years

Meet the Author

JAMES PATTERSON was selected by kids across America as the Children's Choice Book Awards Author of the Year in 2010. He is the internationally bestselling author of the highly praised Maximum Ride novels; the Witch & Wizard series; the Daniel X series; Middle School, The Worst Years of My Life; and the detective series featuring Alex Cross. His books have sold more than 230 million copies worldwide, making him one of the bestselling authors of all time. He lives in Florida.

Chris Tebbetts is the co-author of Middle School, The Worst Years of My Life, the author of The Viking, a fantasy adventure series for young readers, and the co-author of the young adult novel M or F? with Lisa Papademetriou. He lives in Vermont.

Laura Park is the illustrator of Middle School, The Worst Years of My Life and the author of a minicomics series called Do Not Disturb My Waking Dream. Her work has appeared in the Best American Comics. She lives in Chicago.

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Brief Biography

Hometown:
Palm Beach, Florida
Date of Birth:
March 22, 1947
Place of Birth:
Newburgh, New York
Education:
B.A., Manhattan College, 1969; M.A., Vanderbilt University, 1971
Website:
http://www.jamespatterson.com

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Middle School: Get Me out of Here!


By Patterson, James

Little, Brown and Company

Copyright © 2012 Patterson, James
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780316206716

CHAPTeR 1

WHOOM!

Well, who’d have thought so much could change in one summer? Not me, that’s for sure. Not my best buddy, Leonardo the Silent.

Probably not the folks at Airbrook Arts Community School either. That’s where I was supposed to start seventh grade in the fall.

Supposed to. You caught that, right? There’s a reason my last book was called Middle School, The Worst Years of My Life. Sixth grade was only the start. I’ve got a whole lot more to tell you about. But first I should introduce myself.

Anyway, I guess I should have seen it coming. It’s like every time things start to look okay in my crazy life, something always comes along to change it. It’s like it just falls out of the sky.

And everything changed on the day Swifty’s Diner burned to the ground.

Here’s what happened. See, there’s this thing called a grease trap over the grill at the diner, where Swifty (also known as Fred) cooked about fifteen dozen greasy burgers every day. If you don’t clean out the trap once in a while, it turns into a giant fireball, just waiting to go off.

And guess what?

I didn’t get to see much. I was in the storage room in the back, just passing the time and waiting for Mom to finish her lunch shift. Then all of a sudden, I heard this giant WHOOM! People started yelling, the fire alarm started blaring, and I could smell smoke.

A second later, Mom was there.

“Come on, Rafe,” she said. “We have to go—right now!” And she hustled me out the back door.

Nobody was hurt, but flames were coming through the windows and up through the roof before the Hills Village Fire Department even got there.

By the time the firefighters finally put out the fire, Swifty’s Diner looked more like Swifty’s Big Pile of Ashes. Everything was all black and smoking, and the restaurant was just—gone.

And that’s not all.

No Swifty’s meant no job for Mom.

No job meant no money to pay the rent on our house.

No house meant we had to pack up all our stuff and get out.

(See what I mean about everything changing?)

The only place we could go was Grandma Dotty’s. She told Mom we could come stay there as long as we wanted, which was really nice of her and everything, but the problem was, she lived in the city, about eighty miles away. In other words, way too far for me to even think about going to Airbrook anymore. Now I was going to be starting seventh grade at some big-city middle school, where kids like me get turned into chopped meat every single day.

So there you have it. Chapter 1 isn’t even over, and I’m already starting a whole new life. Try to keep up if you can. This is only the very beginning, where I say—

Good-bye, Hills Village!

Good-bye, lucky breaks!

And hello, seventh grade!

CHAPTeR 2

MOViNG DAY

Here’s what it looked like on the day we left Hills Village. Not too shabby, huh?

CHAPTeR 3

OR SOMeTHiNG LiKe THAT

Yeah, I wish.

If you know me, then you know I have what my mom likes to call an “active imagination” and what some of my teachers might call a “tendency to lie.”

I like to think of it as putting my own spin on the things that happen to me. But don’t worry—I’ll always steer you straight. In fact, here’s what it really looked like when we left town:

Those people waving are Ms. Donatello and Jeanne Galletta, two of the only people who were nice to me at Hills Village Middle School.

Ms. Donatello was my sixth-grade English teacher. I used to call her the Dragon Lady, but she turned out to be human after all. She was also the one who got me into Airbrook, before my big plans went down the garbage disposal.

As for Jeanne, she was nice to everyone, so I don’t even know if that counts. When I told her I’d try to keep in touch, she said I could leave a message on her HVMS student page. Was that a good sign? You tell me. I don’t exactly have a ton of experience with girls. Or friends. Much less… girlfriends. Still, if there was one person I was going to miss, it was Jeanne.

So if you haven’t guessed by now, it’s not like I was leaving behind some kind of perfect track record in Hills Village. Which is maybe the understatement of the year.

And if you want to know what I mean, just check out the next chapter.

CHAPTeR 4

MY TOP TeN(ACTuALLY ONLY SiX)

Rafe Khatchadorian’s Top Ten Six Biggest Accomplishments From Sixth Grade (try not to be too impressed):

CHAPTeR 5

WeLCOMe TO THe BiG CiTY!

This is going to be great,” Mom kept saying while we drove into the city. “I can’t wait to show you guys around. There’s so much to do here, and you’re going to love the park.”

I stopped listening after a while. I think my sister, Georgia, did too. We both just stared out the window, trying to imagine living here.

Fill in whatever city you want—New York, Chicago, Boston, South Bend, Boise, Omaha… whatever. Just imagine lots of shiny skyscrapers, perfectly clean sidewalks, and millions of happy people catching money as it rains out of the sky.

Now think about the exact opposite of that. Got it?

Welcome to Grandma Dotty’s neighborhood. Also known as our new home.

“This is where you grew up?” Georgia said, and not in a nice way.

“It used to be… different,” Mom said, but you could tell she meant better. Now I knew why Grandma always came to visit us in Hills Village and not the other way around.

All the houses on the block were crammed together, one after the other. They didn’t have any side yards or front yards. Just sidewalks. I saw a lot of garbage cans and graffiti too.

“I’m never going to make any friends here,” Georgia whined.

“Come on, honey. I know it’s a big adjustment, but you’ve got to stay positive,” Mom said.

“Okay,” Georgia said. “I’m positive I’m never going to make any friends here.”

Mom took a deep breath. “How about you, Rafe? Are you ready to give city life a chance?”

“Sure,” I said. “Why not?”

The truth was, I felt exactly the same way as Georgia. I didn’t want to live here, and I definitely didn’t want to go to school here.

But unlike my little sister, who never knows when to shut her mouth, I knew that Mom was doing the best she could.

“Well, here we are,” she said, and stopped in front of the fifth house from the end of the block. “Six twenty-five Killarney Avenue.”

Georgia made a sound like she was coughing up a hair ball. “It’s the worst one on the street!” she said.

“It just needs some spiffing up,” Mom said. “You’ll see. All it takes is a little imagination. Isn’t that right, Rafe?”

“Sure,” I said. “Just a little imagination. That’s all.”

CHAPTeR 6

SMALL AND FuLL

I always used to hear Mom say Grandma Dotty was a big pack rat. And to be honest, I never really thought about what that meant. I just thought:

But as soon as we walked into her house, I knew exactly what it meant. If there were two words to describe Grandma’s place, they would be small and full.

“Come in, come in, come in!” she said, hugging us all like crazy. “Do you have much more to bring in from the car?” Grandma asked Mom.

“Not much,” Mom said. Most of our stuff was in a big storage locker back in Hills Village.

“That’s good. I’m a little short on closet space at the moment,” Grandma said, but it looked to me like she was a little short on Rafe-Mom-and-Georgia space too.

“What’s with the long faces, kiddos?” Grandma asked me and Georgia. “You two look like someone’s dog just died.”

“They’re just tired,” Mom told her. “It’s been a big day.”

“This little one’s ready to drop,” Grandma said, looking at Georgia. “And Ralph, I’ll bet you could eat a horse and a half by now.”

“Um…” I said, but I was thinking—

All of a sudden, I felt even weirder about being here.

“It’s Rafe, Mom,” my mom said. “Not Ralph.”

“Well, of course it is,” Grandma said. “I’m sorry, Rafe. Just a slip of the tongue. Now, come on—who’s hungry?”

I looked at Mom, and she nodded like everything was going to be fine. And in fact, whatever Grandma was cooking smelled amazing, just like Mom’s lasagna from home.

Then, when we came into the kitchen, I saw something else familiar.

“Isn’t that one of yours?” I asked Mom.

“Sure is,” she said.

The last time I’d seen any of her paintings on a wall was at Swifty’s Diner, but those had gone up in smoke, along with everything else.

“In this house, your mother is a famous artist,” Grandma said. Then she turned around and bowed right down in front of Mom.

Mom laughed. Georgia did too, for the first time in about a week.

“That’s the ticket!” Grandma said. “Much better.”

She reached over and tickled Georgia under the chin, and pretty soon everyone was laughing.

“Now these are the Khatchadorians I remember,” Grandma said, and hugged me all over again. “We’re going to have a great time together. Isn’t that right, Ralph?”

CHAPTeR 7

A NiGHT ON THe TOWN

It’s two in the morning and I’m wide awake. Mom gave me the choice between sleeping on the couch downstairs and sharing the guest room with Georgia, which of course was no contest. At least down here I have a little privacy.

Still, I can’t sleep. I’m too busy trying to figure out how I’m going to get through this year. It hasn’t even started yet, and all I see is rough road ahead.

I finally drift off, but it isn’t long before Leonardo the Silent strolls into my dreams.

“What are you doing?” he says.

“I’m trying to sleep,” I tell him.

“No, you’re trying to mope,” Leo tells me. “Come on. There’s a whole big city out there. We’ve got better things to do.”

He’s right, of course.

I jump out of bed (out of couch?), and we make a fake Rafe under the blankets, including a superrealistic mask of my face, just in case Mom or Grandma comes down in the middle of the night. Then we slip into our stealth gear and out the door. A second later we hit the streets.

“Where do you want to go first?” Leo asks.

“Somewhere up high,” I say. “Let’s get a look at what we’re dealing with.”

“Excellent choice.” He points the way toward the city’s tallest building. “Good thing I brought the climbing gear.”

We move like shadows, using back alleys and hidden passages to get there. With all the shortcuts Leo knows, we’re standing at the base of Megamega Towers in no time.

“So that’s what three hundred stories looks like,” I say.

“Wait till you see it from the top,” Leo tells me.

As soon as we’re harnessed up, we step into our suction-cup boots and head toward the sky.

“Don’t look down until we get there,” Leo tells me. “It’ll be worth the wait.”

He’s right about that too. Once we hit the roof of that skyscraper, I can see for miles and miles in every direction.

“Can’t do this in Hills Village,” Leo says.

The cars below look like baby ants with tiny headlights, and the whole city is spread out in front of me like the world’s biggest game board. All I have to do now is pick my next move.

“Maybe this year isn’t going to be so bad after all,” I say.

“Well, if you like this,” Leo says, “you’re going to love the ride down.”

As we step into our portable hang glider, the sun just starts to show over the horizon. My first night in the big city has flown by already. Mom will be waking up soon, and I’ve got to head back.

But in the meantime—what a view!

CHAPTeR 8

TiMe OuT

Okay, time out for a second.

If you read the last book, then you already know all about Leo. I mean, especially the part about how he’s not really real. But if that’s news to you, then there’s some other stuff you should probably know too. It’s kind of heavy, but let me get it out of the way now.

The real Leonardo was my twin brother. He got sick and died when we were both three years old. It was really sad, for sure, but it was also a long time ago. I barely remember any of it.

The point is, I’ve always wondered what Leo would be like if he were still around. I guess that’s who I’ve been talking to all this time—like an idea of Leo, also known as Leonardo the Silent.

So now, if you’re thinking—

—all I can tell you is, I’m not. Seriously. I’m just… well, I don’t really know what I am. Imaginative, I guess. A loner, for sure. But not cuckoo.

Mom says Leo’s my muse. That’s someone who helps an artist get ideas and think things through, even though the muse isn’t really there. And, yeah, that pretty much describes him. Leo may not be real, but in some weird way he helps me deal with the things that are. That’s also why he’s my best friend.

Hey, I never said it wasn’t complicated. I just said I’m not crazy.

CHAPTeR 9

MOM THROWS A CuRVeBALL

The next morning, Mom made really good French toast for breakfast. It’s Georgia’s favorite, with bananas and maple syrup. And extra cinnamon on mine.

“Rafe, when you’re done, I want you to put on the shirt I left out for you,” Mom said. “And clean pants, please.”

That stopped me with a mouthful of everything. Nothing good ever happens in clothes your mom picks out for you.

“What’s going on?” I said.

She just smiled and slid me some seconds. “It’s a surprise,” she said.

“Where’s Rafe going?” Georgia said. “What’s happening? Can I come?”

“Everyone’s coming,” Mom said, but that’s all she would tell. A little while later, we were piled into the car and headed up Killarney Avenue.

Mom really knew her way around the city. She pointed out the science museum, the IMAX, the ballpark, and a whole bunch of other stuff. I knew she was trying to get us excited about living here.

What I didn’t understand was why my shirt had to be tucked in right now.

Finally, I said, “Mom—please. Just tell me where we’re going.”

“Okay, okay. We’re almost there anyway,” she said. “Now, don’t be nervous—”

“What do you mean?” I said. “Why shouldn’t I be nervous?”

“Well, I know how disappointed you were about not going to Airbrook,” Mom said. “But this morning, we might be able to do something about that. You’ve got an interview, Rafe. At Cathedral School of the Arts.”



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