Lucky Tby Kate Brian
So far, Carrie Fitzgerald's sixteen years have been pretty sweet. Straight A's, an adorable boyfriend, a starting position on the varsity basketball team...
But Carrie's luck is about to, well, change.
Suddenly, her boyfriend dumps her (to "hang out with his friends"!), she and her best friend have a/b>
Some girls have all the luck.
So far, Carrie Fitzgerald's sixteen years have been pretty sweet. Straight A's, an adorable boyfriend, a starting position on the varsity basketball team...
But Carrie's luck is about to, well, change.
Suddenly, her boyfriend dumps her (to "hang out with his friends"!), she and her best friend have a massive blowout, and she gets a D on a biology test. Carrie knows what's wrong -- her mom accidentally donated her lucky T-shirt to Help India. That one adorable, perfect T-shirt was the source of all her good fortune.
So Carrie does what any girl would do: She's going to India. Cross your fingers and hope that Carries finds adventure, love, and maybe just a little good luck along the way....
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By Kate Brian
Simon & Schuster Children's PublishingCopyright © 2005 Alloy Entertainment
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Chapter OneOn a warm and sunny Saturday morning, Carrie Fitzgerald stepped out of her walk-in closet wearing a lime green miniskirt. It was so short, she was positive she could never, under any circumstances, bend over in it. Her blond hair was held up in an impromptu bun with a No. 2 pencil. She had just run up to her room with her best friend, Piper Breslin, and begun trying on a multitude of eye-popping outfits that they bought during their crack-of-dawn shopping spree. The Westfield San Francisco shopping center had never been hit that hard that early in the morning before.
"Does this make me look sexy or skanky?" Carrie asked.
Piper checked herself out in Carrie's floor-length mirror and stuck her tongue out at her reflection. The electric blue tank top that she'd grabbed off Carrie's reject pile was clinging in all the wrong places. While Carrie had a very sleek figure that would make a supermodel envious, Piper was on the shorter, slightly rounder side.
"How do I put this without hurting your feelings?" Piper said with a smirk. "There's a hooker in LA that wants her skirt back."
"Hey, I can't help that I'm all legs." Carrie tugged at the hem of the skirt, hoping a few more inches of material would magically grow.
"I don't know how you do it," Piper said as she watched Carrie gawk at herself in front of her mirror. She could totally tell that Carrie was admiring the lift of the push-up bra she had bought at Victoria's Secret.
"Do what? Look like a streetwalker no matter what I put on?" Carrie joked, her brown eyes teasing. "Why do I have to be so tall and skinny?"
"Yep, tall and skinny. With big boobs. Must be a nightmare," Piper said with a deep sigh of frustration. "How do you manage to look so good even when you look bad?"
Carrie smiled. This is one of the many reasons she and Piper had been soldered together at the hip since kindergarten. They had this unbelievable relationship that bordered on sisterhood. No one else could tell Carrie that she looked cheap and then seconds later compliment her. No one else would put up with Carrie's complaining about sprouting up to five foot ten earlier in the year (despite the fact that it helped her make the varsity basketball team, even though she was only a sophomore). No one else could ever replace Piper as Carrie's best friend.
"C'mon, Piper. Let's stay focused. I have to find the perfect outfit for tonight," Carrie said as she threw a few more clothes-draped hangers on her bed.
"So what are you and Jason doing for your anniversary?" Piper asked while yanking off the blue tank top. The static electricity made her long, curly brown locks frizz out.
"I don't know. I'm just glad that we're doing whatever it is alone. We've been hanging out in these big groups lately." Carrie put her hands on her hips and peered at the three remaining items that lay in front of her - a pair of cropped green cargo pants, a long denim skirt with a slit up the side, and a short white ruffly skirt - wondering which one Jason would like. She really wanted to look good for him on their one-year anniversary, especially because he took such good care of himself. Jason Miller was the only guy in their school who actually took some pride in his appearance. An all-star player on the football team, Jason had a rock-hard body and a gorgeous-looking face that Carrie got to cover in kisses every day.
"Well, you two will have lots of fun," Piper said seductively. "If you know what I mean."
"Ick, stop. That dirty voice really creeps me out." Carrie took off her skirt and the red honeycombstitch sweater she was wearing and then grabbed a pair of Miss Sixty low riders. Piper was right, though. Being with Jason was a lot of fun. Every Sunday they drank lattes and ate chocolate chip scones in a different Starbucks within the borders of downtown San Francisco. They had a regular movie night at the Castro Theater on Market Street. On the weekends they usually ran around to concerts and sporting events and house parties.
Yet the only thing they didn't do was talk about anything substantial, which Carrie always thought was a bit weird. Not that Jason would just sit next to her and space out. But still, it wasn't as if he and Carrie ever got into a heated discussion about the death penalty or even traded their most-embarrassing-moment stories. Tonight, however, things were going to change. Carrie was all about learning what was going on in Jason's brain (in addition to the kissing, of course).
"Did you get him a present?" Piper asked. She flopped backward onto Carrie's bed and spread her arms out so that they draped off the edges.
"We agreed not to buy each other anything," Carrie replied. "Wait a minute - he doesn't have a surprise for me or something, does he?"
Piper stretched her arms above her head. "Not that I know of."
"Come on," Carrie persisted as she poked Piper in the stomach. "What did he get me?"
"Ow! Carrie, I swear," Piper said, trying to fend her off. "He saves all his deepest, darkest secrets for my brother. Now stop jabbing me with your bony fingers."
"But if you knew something, you would tell me, right?" Carrie said.
"Yes, of course," Piper huffed. "If I find out anything between now and tonight, I promise I will call you."
"Good," Carrie said with a satisfied grin.
"Why don't you wear that cute floral dress you wore to the freshman dance last year?"
"Because I totally spill out of that now," Carrie replied.
"Uh, that's the point."
"Very funny," Carrie said while returning to the closet. "I have a shirt in mind anyway. I just need to find something else to go with it."
Piper sat up and began to rearrange Carrie's pillows so that she could prop herself up and watch her friend try on the next outfit, which was her tenth of the afternoon. Underneath the avalanche of fluffy shams and a few stray stuffed animals, Piper noticed that something was wedged between the headboard and the mattress.
"Hey, something's stuck in your bed," Piper said, yanking on the object forcefully.
Carrie ran out from the confines of her closet and yelped as if Piper had stepped on a small puppy. "Wait, no! You'll rip it!"
But in a few seconds Piper finally pulled whatever it was loose, and her mouth went completely agape. In her hands was an old T-shirt that Piper thought Carrie would have thrown out years ago. After all, she got it when she was in fifth grade.
"I can't believe you still have this," Piper said with astonishment.
Carrie was completely embarrassed. "I know it's weird. Please don't tell anyone, okay?"
There could only be one explanation for why Carrie wanted to keep this under wraps.
"You don't still - you can't possibly -" Piper stammered.
"I know you don't believe me, Piper," Carrie said as she put the T-shirt on very carefully. "But it's true. This shirt is lucky."
"I can't do it," Carrie said to Piper, who was now standing in the middle of Carrie's closet, rummaging through the crowded racks.
"Yes, you can," Piper replied confidently.
Carrie was now lying faceup on her neatly made queen-size bed. She looked around her room, which was much more airy and sunny now that summer was approaching. Her cream-colored walls were decorated with posters of foreign landscapes her father had sent her from his many trips, hung only at right angles. Her notebooks were neatly stacked on her antique desk and all her books shelved by height on the built-in bookcases. In general, Carrie reserved her mess for the closet, where she could always close the door on it.
But now Piper was attacking it like Mary Poppins on Red Bull.
"This is a waste of time," Carrie said. "I'm not going to take it off."
Piper wasn't deterred at all. "This superstition thing has gone too far, Carrie. Ever since you got this T-shirt, you've been obsessed with luck."
"That's not true."
"Really? You don't convulse at the sound of a plate breaking or hyperventilate when I step on a crack? Do you really think my mother's back is going to break?"
"No!" Carrie said, picking up a stuffed porpoise and throwing it at Piper.
"So you'll stop this nonsense and take off that T-shirt?"
Carrie sat up and looked Piper in the eye. "No!"
Piper buried her head in her hands and walked slowly over to Carrie. "Okay, explain yourself, because I have no idea what's going on in that fat head of yours."
"My head isn't fat," Carrie said. "It just seems bigger because -"
"Yeah, you're tall and skinny. Whatever."
Carrie smiled down at the familiar green star on the chest of her red baby T. This shirt had brought her luck in every area of her life, and wearing it made her feel as if she could do anything. She had the proof to back it up.
"I'm telling you, every good thing that has happened to me is because of this lucky T."
Carrie had an extensive list going of all the positive moments that occurred after she got the T-shirt. She wore the lucky T to varsity basketball tryouts and was the only sophomore who made the cut. She had the shirt on during auditions for every school play since the fifth grade and won the lead role every time. Her grades had soared and she hadn't gotten anything less than an A on any test, which made sense because Carrie always wore her lucky T on exam days.
Piper didn't seem the least bit convinced. "So you're saying it's more believable that the shirt has magical powers than you're just an awesome person who achieves great things?"
"Girls!" Carrie's mother called up from the kitchen. "Lunch will be ready in fifteen minutes. What're you doing up there?"
Carrie was about to answer when she heard the sound of her mother coming up the stairs. Knowing Carrie and Piper were modeling their new clothes as they usually did after squandering their allowances, her mother would want in on the fashion show.
"I hope you both didn't spend your life savings," her mother said when she entered the room. She wore a wry smile on her smooth, cream-complexioned face (the woman never left the house without her SPF 45 slathered on). Her light brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail, only the gray streaks here and there indicating that she was not, in fact, Carrie's sister.
"Nope, we just spent yours," Carrie said playfully.
Her mother didn't really invest much money in her own wardrobe. Thus she had worn her current outfit of batik-print skirt, huge purple sweater, and beaded necklace every day since she had welcomed Carrie into existence. She did, however, spoil Carrie when it came to clothes, and Carrie knew it was mostly because her mother was still feeling pretty bad about the divorce, even though it had been years and years ago.
"Well, Carrie, since you and Piper are already fooling around in the closet, why don't you make a pile of any stuff you might want to toss and I'll give it to Celia?" her mother said, turning from the door.
Carrie's mother's best friend, Celia DeMarco, was always collecting clothes and canned goods for some charity or another.
"What's the cause of the week?" Carrie asked.
"India, I think," her mother said, brow furrowing. "Or is it Tibet? I don't know. I'll ask her. I'd help, but I have to keep an eye on the cucumber soup."
"Cucumber soup?" Piper looked as if she might puke.
"I was kind of hoping for burgers," Carrie said.
"Sweetie, we had meat loaf on Thursday. That's enough red meat for one week," her mother said.
"But I need my protein!" Carrie protested.
"I'll throw in some tofu," her mother replied, and then headed back to the kitchen.
"Having a nutritionist for a mother sucks on so many levels," Carrie pouted.
"So, are you going to answer my question?" Piper said, returning to the depths of the closet.
Carrie begrudgingly got off her bed and met Piper in a mound of clothes. She was really hoping that her mom's interruption would have somehow confused Piper enough so that she'd forget what they were talking about.
Maybe the T-shirt wasn't that lucky after all.
But just when Carrie had begun to question the whole theory, she got down on all fours, yanked a tangled button-down from the floor, and paused. There, sitting at the very back corner of the closet, was the Skechers box she had used as a time capsule back in middle school. It was tattered around the edges and covered in smiley face stickers with the warning Open and Die!!! scrawled across the top in red marker. Carrie smirked, sat down cross-legged, and pulled the box reverently onto her lap.
"What's that?" Piper asked, plopping down next to her.
Grinning in anticipation, Carrie carefully removed the rubber bands that held the box together, snapping a couple in the process. She lifted the box top and was greeted by a glossy photo of her and Piper, age ten, dressed up as flappers for Halloween. Wearing far too much makeup and glitter, she and Piper were striking modeling poses - one hand to the hip, the other to the head - and grinning at the camera.
"Oh God. I remember that Halloween. You forced me into dressing up like that when I wanted to be a witch," Piper said with a laugh.
"Ugh, you and your witch phase," Carrie said. "I'm so glad you outgrew that."
Next up was the program for the fifth-grade play, Anne of Green Gables. Carrie opened to the cast list, a whoosh of giddiness rushing over her. How was it that after all this time, it was still so cool to see her name right there at the top? She ran her fingertips over the type, then down the list to Piper's name.
"Hey, Orphan Girl #2," Carrie said. "You still remember your one and only line?"
"Eh, it was something about you having fiery red hair," Piper replied.
"Wish we hadn't used my wig to mop up the Great Diet Coke Spill of 1999." Carrie giggled.
Under the program was a heavy sheet of white paper, folded in thirds like a letter. Carrie opened it and her heart nearly stopped.
"This is it," Carrie said, handing the letter to Piper.
Piper leaned back against a bunch of ordinary shirts that hung from the closet wall and read about Carrie's lucky T.
Dear Carrie Ann,
The air in Morocco is heavy and thick and full of spices. Walking through a crowded market district yesterday I almost got dizzy from all the colors and scents and sounds. I stumbled into a souvenir shop to take a breather from it all and met this crazy woman. You would have loved her. She had braids all over her head and her eyes were drawn out with makeup so she looked like a cat. We started talking and when she heard I had a daughter, she insisted I buy the enclosed for you. She swears it will bring you good luck. I don't know if that's true, but I hope it is. No one deserves good luck more than my best girl. And besides, I figured it might be bad luck to pass it up. (I know it looks like something a tourist would wear - the shirt is pretty much the flag of Morocco, after all - but I swear the lady said the green bejeweled star is all hand-stitched!)
I think of you every second when I'm on these adventures, wishing you were with me so you could see all the beauty there is in this world. One day we'll take a trip - just you and me - anywhere you want to go.
I'll see you soon, kiddo. In the meantime, wear this lucky T and remember that I'm thinking about you all the time.
Love and kisses,
As she finished reading, Piper gazed at Carrie, who suddenly seemed very sad.
"I remember when I first read this letter," Carrie said, taking the paper out of Piper's hands. "It was on the day it all changed...."
The Day It All Changed:
The Inciting Unlucky Moment
Sloppy joe. Of all the things in the world Carrie could have spilled on her brand-new, pink Abercrombie hoodie, it had to be sloppy joe. Not only was it gloppy and mealy and a bizarre orangey brown that screamed, "I will never come out no matter how many times your mom washes me!" it also advertised to the world that she had dared to try to eat the sloppy joe at all. Something no sane person who had a life at this school would ever do.
Excerpted from Lucky T by Kate Brian Copyright © 2005 by Alloy Entertainment. Excerpted by permission.
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Meet the Author
Kate Brian is the author of the NY Times and USA Today best-selling Private series and it's spin-off series, Privilege. She has also written many other books for teens including Sweet 16 and Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys.
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After reading Kate Brian's 'Private' series, I decided to read all of her other books. Her books always start out a little slow for me. They start to pick up at about page 50 or so. I waited and waited for it to get good, but it never did. PLEASE DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME WITH THIS!!!
I read what this book was about and thought I might want to give it a try. So I bought it. However, I couldn't get through the whole book. It just wasn't all that interesting. This book took a while to get into, but by that time I was just bored with it. If you think it is interesting when a girl goes to india to find her lucky t-shirt, I would recommend being at least in 8th grade before you start it. That's the other problem that I had. I am in 6th grade, and the book wasn't appropriate.
This doesn't seem very relatable. Who would really travel around the world just to get a tee shirt??
this book is about a girl who is on a journey and has lost her "lucky T" and while watching T.V. she saw her T in India. she got on a plane to india and while she was there she met the most perfect guy. as she was in India, she wasnt even looking for her T. she was busy making friends. when she left India, her lucky T was not in her luggage. P.S. i am 13 years old and sorry if it doesnt sound like a good book but it really is.
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I just finished this book and i apsolutey loved it! A definite must read for teens. Very romantic and just fantastic.
the book was alright...its the kind of book that you will know whats going to happen
I really could put doqn this book even if i tryed. My nana told me i had to go to bed one night, and it was a school night. So when i told her that i would read one more pagw, i ended up reading all of it
You must read this book bo kidding!!!!!!!!
This is one of the best stories I have ever read.It is a wonderful story about a girl who loses her lucky shirt and goes across the world to find it.In the end she learns that the luck is in her!
is the best book u will ever read i couldt put it down
This book is about a girl who looses what means a whole lot to her its the only thing that keeps her close to her dad even though he so far away, some people may think this book is about a selfish girl that only has one priority , getting back her lucky T but this book is much more then that. It helps u find yourself and shows us what really matters in life. The main character goes from a selfish, superstishes girl and becomes this totally different person from the encounters she has in India. This is a great book :) if ur looking for a heartwarming book this is it . Give it a try :)