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Stealing Bradford

Stealing Bradford

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by Melody Carlson

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With six teenage girls living under one roof, things are bound to get interesting. Mix six teenaged girls and one ’60s fashion icon (retired, of course) in an old Victorian-era boarding home. Add guys and dating, a little high-school angst, and huge personalities … and you’ve got the Carter House Girls.

As school begins, it becomes clear some


With six teenage girls living under one roof, things are bound to get interesting. Mix six teenaged girls and one ’60s fashion icon (retired, of course) in an old Victorian-era boarding home. Add guys and dating, a little high-school angst, and huge personalities … and you’ve got the Carter House Girls.

As school begins, it becomes clear some of the Carter House girls are determined to make their mark. Eliza and Taylor quickly start moving up the social ranks, and Eliza begins seeing Harry, the son of one of the richest families in Crescent Cover. When Taylor decides to put the moves on Bradford, Rhiannon's cute jock boyfriend, Rhiannon is shocked and hurt. The girls in the house begin to take sides, and as mistakes and made and feelings hurt, some girls' ability to forgive and forget will be severely tested.

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Carter House Girls Series
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5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.60(d)
Age Range:
13 - 18 Years

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Stealing Bradford

Carter House Girls

By Melody Carlson


Copyright © 2008 Melody Carlson
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-310-74654-6


"I'm sorry, but my car's just not big enough for all the girls," announced Eliza as they were finishing breakfast. She pushed a glossy strand of blonde hair away from her face and then took a slow sip of coffee. As usual, Eliza was stylishly dressed, her hair and makeup absolutely perfect, and she looked ready to make her big debut at Crescent Cove High today.

"And I've already reserved my ride with Eliza," said Taylor a bit too smugly. She too was perfection—at least on the surface. But DJ was well aware that looks can be deceiving.

Eliza smiled at DJ now. "And I told Kriti she could ride with me too ... which only leaves room for one more." Eliza and DJ hadn't really spoken since last night when they'd made their splashy entrance into Harry's beach-house party together. A few hours and a lifetime later, DJ had left the party and driven all the girls (except Taylor and Eliza who weren't ready to go) back to the Carter House in her grandmother's car. They barely made it home before curfew, and DJ felt certain that the party-hardy girls, Taylor and Eliza, got back quite a bit later than that. Although, as far as DJ knew, Mrs. Carter hadn't said a word.

Naturally, this double standard aggravated DJ. Not that it was unexpected since her grandmother clearly favored those two, but it did seem a bad omen for the year ahead. Still, DJ was determined not to complain. Because today was not only the first day of school, it was also the first day following DJ's amazing life-changing episode on the beach last night. And she didn't want to blow it by getting mad.

"School's not that far away," pointed out Rhiannon. "I don't mind walking. That's how I used to get there."

DJ had walked to school last year as well. And she wouldn't mind walking today, except that she had on a new pair of Michael Kors shoes—ones that Eliza had coaxed her to buy, telling her they would be perfect for the first day of school. Now DJ wondered if she should run upstairs and change them. Maybe she should change her whole outfit and go back to her old style of casual grunge sportswear. Although she knew that would upset her grandmother, not to mention Eliza.

"I will drive the other girls to school today," proclaimed Mrs. Carter with a loud sigh. DJ could tell that her grandmother was not pleased with this setup. Still, wasn't this her own fault for boarding this many girls? She should've considered there might be transportation problems down the line.

Eliza smiled at DJ now. "So, do you want to ride with us then?"

DJ glanced over at Casey and Rhiannon. These two still looked like the Carter House misfits, although at least Rhiannon was trying. Casey, on the other hand, could clearly not care less. DJ briefly considered abandoning them to ride with Eliza—in the cool car. And maybe she would've done just that yesterday. But today things were different. She was different. And so she simply shook her head. "No, that's okay, Eliza. I can ride with my grandmother today."

Eliza frowned. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, but thanks anyway." DJ could tell that Eliza was not happy about her choice. And she suspected that Eliza had hoped to make a flashy entrance this morning, probably with Taylor on one side and DJ on the other—maybe with Kriti trailing slightly behind them like a handmaid. And, of course, Eliza probably hoped that Rhiannon and Casey, who did not measure up to her fastidious fashion standards, would lag somewhere far, far behind.

"Well, I'm going up to put on my finishing touches," said Eliza lightly. "And then I'll be ready." As if on cue, the breakfast table began to vacate. And before long, they were all on their way to school. The sporty white Porsche, with its three fashionable girls, drove about a block ahead, while Mrs. Carter's more sensible silver Mercedes followed discretely behind.

Rhiannon and Casey sat silently in the backseat, and DJ sat next to her grandmother, wondering what school would be like this year. Feeling nervous, she fidgeted with the handle of her Hermes bag. Of course, this only reminded her of that embarrassing moment at the beach when Taylor had used the contents in the purse to humiliate her. Still, it seemed that DJ and Conner had made it past that. It seemed that he had really liked her. And she knew she liked him. They'd even gone out since then. And after that, it seemed that their relationship had begun to unravel.

Still, she couldn't put her finger on what had gone wrong between them last night. Maybe she would never know. On one hand, she told herself that it might be for the best. After all, she had just invited Jesus into her heart. Perhaps that was what she needed to focus on for the time being. And yet, she couldn't deny that she still really liked Conner. And she still wanted him to like her. She tried to block the disturbing image of him and Taylor dancing together last night. Or Taylor's superior expression this morning. Like she'd won. And she reminded herself that Conner had kissed her—before he'd said what sounded like a final good-bye. None of it made much sense. And thinking about it just frustrated her more.

DJ suddenly remembered what Rhiannon had told her before they'd gone to bed last night. "If you're stressing about something, just pray. There's actually a verse in the Bible that says to do this."

Well, DJ wasn't sure she really knew how to pray, but she was definitely stressing over Conner. And for that reason, as Mrs. Carter turned down the road to the school, DJ made a feeble attempt to pray. Naturally, she did this silently. No way was she going to start praying out loud with her critical grandmother and Casey, the rebel girl, listening in. She said the words silently inside her head. She just hoped that God could hear her, and that he was listening. And, by the time Mrs. Carter pulled in front of the school, DJ felt amazingly calm. Maybe this prayer thing really did work.

"Will you pick us up afterward?" asked DJ.

Her grandmother nodded. "At three?"

"That's about right," said DJ. "Although I have volleyball after school. And Kriti said she might try out too. In that case, everyone would fit in Eliza's car."

"Wouldn't that be delightful?!" Mrs. Carter seemed relieved now, and DJ suspected she was calculating how much afternoon naptime she was willing to sacrifice for the sake of the girls. "How about if you give me a call when you know for sure, Desiree?"


Mrs. Carter smiled and waved. "Have a nice day, girls."

Rhiannon politely thanked her, and DJ grabbed her gym bag and waved, but Casey just grunted as if this prospect of having a good day was highly unlikely.

Unfortunately, that would probably be the case with Casey. Going to Crescent Cove High dressed like Goth Girl meets Punk Rocker might not go over too well. Just this morning, DJ had tried to warn Casey of this, but the stubborn girl was not ready to listen to anyone. Still, it seemed a little unfair that DJ and Rhiannon were stuck walking into the building with Casey. It was her choice to stand out like a loser, but why did she have to subject them to it as well? Then, when DJ imagined what the three of them must look like together, she almost laughed. Almost. She just hoped, as they headed for the school's entrance, that others would have as much self-control. What a whacky threesome.

DJ, thanks to her grandmother's and Eliza's fashion intervention, looked fairly stylish. Although, according to Casey, DJ had simply been transformed into "an Eliza clone." Casey, in total contrast, with her safety-pin-pierced brows and skull T-shirt and black lace-up boots, looked freaky weird. This was aside from the fact that her hair—cut in a short Mohawk and dyed jet black with an electric-blue stripe down the middle—was a real show stopper. Then there was Rhiannon, who DJ thought actually looked sort of cool in her own unique design of "recycled" retro clothes and funky-junky jewelry. Unfortunately this was also a style that some of the snobby mean girls would be glad to take turns slamming. Yes, they were making quite an entrance.

"Hey, DJ," called Eliza from behind them.

DJ paused at the top of the steps and then turned to see Eliza, Taylor, and Kriti crossing the street from the student parking lot and casually strolling toward them. DJ waved and waited, but Casey just kept on walking into the school as if she was resolved to get this over with ASAP—not unlike a convicted murderer on her way to the electric chair. DJ actually called out, but Casey just kept on going, didn't even look back. Whatever.

"Here we go, girls," said Eliza with a smile. "Are we ready?"

DJ could feel them being watched as they entered the school. Even so, she held her head up high. Okay, maybe she was imitating Eliza now, but if it worked, what difference did it make? All DJ knew was that she didn't want to take the same abuse she'd suffered last spring.

"Where's the security?" asked Taylor.

"What?" said Rhiannon.

"You know, X-ray machines, gates, uniforms ... What's the deal?"

"We don't have them," said DJ.

"We're such a small town," explained Rhiannon. "I guess they don't think we need all that."

"That's one thing I won't miss," said Taylor as they continued down the hallway.

"I'm supposed to pick up my registration packet in the office," said Eliza. "Where is that?"

"Right this way," said DJ. "I have to pick up mine too."

As it turned out, they had all registered online, so they all needed to go to the office. Several of the kids from last night's party greeted the girls and, as they continued to the office, DJ began to relax a little. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. She tried not to worry about Casey, although she did feel concerned. But perhaps this was just something Casey needed to work through on her own—like a rite of passage. Not that DJ would wish that on anyone.

At the office, Mrs. Seibert, the counselor, welcomed them. Apparently she'd already heard about the Carter House girls and seemed curious as to how it was going. DJ gave her a quick summary, trying to play down the circus element of their living arrangements, and Mrs. Seibert handed them their registration packets. "We're a little short on lockers again this year. Do you girls mind doubling up?"

"Not at all," said Eliza. She turned quickly to DJ now. "Want to be locker partners?"

DJ could feel Taylor glaring at her as she nodded and muttered a meek, "Sure."

"And the rest of you?" asked Mrs. Seibert.

"I don't mind sharing," said Kriti.

"I'll share with her," offered Taylor without enthusiasm.

"I can share with Casey," said Rhiannon.

"Who's Casey?"

"Casey Atwood," offered DJ. "She's new too."

"Another Carter House girl?" asked Mrs. Seibert with raised brows.


Mrs. Seibert nodded. "Interesting."

"Yes," said Eliza. "It has been."

"So, do you girls need anyone besides Rhiannon to show you around the school?" asked Mrs. Seibert. "We do have some student guides."

"That's okay," said DJ. "I was actually here for a few weeks last year, so between the two of us, I think we can handle it."

"Well, I hope you'll all have a wonderful year at CCH."

"Thank you," said Eliza politely. "It seems like a very nice school."

Of course, this evoked a snide remark from Taylor. They were barely out of the office when she said something about the espresso shade of Eliza's nose. But Eliza just shrugged it off. "It never hurts to be nice, Taylor. Someday you may even figure that out for yourself."

Then Eliza sided up to DJ. "Looks like we have first period together, as well as some other classes. Want to show me around?"


Rhiannon fell into step with Taylor now. "I noticed we have some classes together too, Taylor. You need any directions?"

"I suppose that would be helpful," said Taylor in a bored and I'm-so-much-better-than-you tone.

"And we have our maps," said Kriti as she slipped a paper out of the folder. "I think I can find my way to the science department on my own. I have chemistry first period."

"Chemistry," said Taylor with a disgusted expression. "Why on earth would you intentionally subject yourself to that?"

"It's called education," said Kriti.

"It's called boring," said Taylor.

"Let's find our lockers first," suggested DJ.

"Like I'm going to use a locker," said Taylor with disgust. "You mean you're going to carry everything around with you?" asked Rhiannon.

Taylor held up her oversized Burberry bag. "Why not?"

"What about when it's winter and you have coats and scarves and mittens and things?" persisted Rhiannon. "You're going to haul all that around with you too?"

Taylor seemed to consider this. "Maybe I'll look into the locker ..."

They quickly found their lockers. After several failed attempts at the combination lock, DJ finally let Eliza take a turn at opening the locker. Naturally, it opened on the first try. Eliza just laughed. "I guess I have the touch."

DJ threw her gym bag in and slammed the door shut.

"See you later," called Kriti. "I don't want to be late to chem class."

Taylor turned to Rhiannon now. "Lead me to the music department."

Rhiannon did a fake salute. "Yes, sir." And they took off.

"And the English department is this way," said DJ, pointing in the opposite direction.

"This is fun," said Eliza as they navigated through the crowded hallway.

"Fun?" echoed DJ.

"Sure ... all these new people, new challenges. Don't you think it's fun?"

DJ considered this. "Yeah, maybe. I guess I just hadn't looked at it like that before."

"Hey, there's Conner and Harry up ahead." Eliza waved and DJ cringed. She just wasn't ready for this yet. Still, there seemed no choice but to paste on a happy face and act as if all was well.


"Welcome to CCH," said Harry as he slipped an arm around Eliza's waist, "Home of the Mighty Maroons."

"Maroons?" echoed Eliza. "As in the color maroon?"

"Well, it is our school color," said Harry. "But there's actually a story behind the word maroon."

"A story I don't have time to hear," said Conner. "Excuse me, ladies." Then he sort of nodded and dashed off.

"Conner doesn't want to be late on his first day of school," said Harry in a teasing tone. "Which way you girls heading anyway?"

"English," said DJ calmly. She was trying to act perfectly natural, as if Conner's quick departure wasn't really a rejection, as if it had nothing to do with her, and as if it hadn't hurt her feelings.

"So am I," said Harry happily.

"So what is the maroon story?" asked Eliza as the three of them continued toward the English department together.

"Well, maroon is for marooned, as in passengers who are dumped off a ship—apparently this used to happen with illegally gotten slaves. If the ship was being pursued by the law, the captain would dump the slaves on an island."

"And that's our mascot?" Eliza was clearly confused. "Like we're slaves who've been dumped here? Not too flattering."

"That's not the whole story. The marooned people turned out to be really feisty, and they fought for their freedom when the ship came back to get them."

"I guess that makes a little sense." Although Eliza didn't look fully convinced as they paused by room 233.

Harry grinned. "Hey, I don't make this stuff up."

Eliza patted Harry on the cheek now. "Well, you are an awfully smart boy. I think I might like to keep you around."

Then he leaned over and gave her a little peck on the forehead. "Later." And he continued on down the hall.

"English lit, I presume?" asked Eliza as DJ headed into the classroom.

DJ nodded, pointing to a couple of seats in the back.

"No." Eliza put her hand on DJ's arm to stop her. Then, pointing to a pair of seats closer to the front, she leaned over and whispered. "Back-row seats are for losers or snoozers, dear."

DJ wasn't sure that she totally agreed with Eliza's little rhyme, but she followed her anyway. Who knew, maybe Eliza really had this all figured out. And maybe there were a few tricks that DJ could learn from this rather sophisticated girl. For starters, DJ would like to ask Eliza how one is supposed to deal with certain boys—the kind who liked you one day but not the next. Especially those particularly mysterious ones like Conner. Maybe she would ask her about this later.


Excerpted from Stealing Bradford by Melody Carlson. Copyright © 2008 Melody Carlson. Excerpted by permission of ZONDERVAN.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Meet the Author

Melody Carlson has written more than 200 books for teens, women, and children. Before publishing, Melody traveled around the world, volunteered in teen ministry, taught preschool, raised two sons, and worked briefly in interior design and later in international adoption. "I think real-life experiences inspire the best fiction," she says. Her wide variety of books seems to prove this theory.

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Stealing Bradford (Carter House Girls Series) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 37 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
These books are awesome!!! I love how melody carlson doesnt sugarcoat the life of teenage girls. She tells it exactly how it is for us! Boys, temptations,friends,clothes,the whole nine yards! These books really show how hard being not only a christian girl in this world is but how hard it is being secular too. None of us have it super easy. You have to read all the books to understand whats going on like why all these girls are living together,whos who,etc... the post above has the order of the books.:-)
Sara Suarez More than 1 year ago
its a book that will catch your attention. you fell like youve only read 10 pages when you have read a 100. best book.. you will not stop reading. 1 hr will feel like 10 minutes. believe it all happened to me. great book
Guest More than 1 year ago
Stealing Bradford by Melody Carlson is the second book in the Carter House Girls series. The personalities of the girls have been well established in the first book, now we get to see how they react to high school. Rhiannon and long time boyfriend Bradford seem perfect for each other until Taylor sets her sights on him, setting up the title of the book. When they split up, all of the other girls of Carter House set their sights on bringing Taylor down. Taylor is an over-the-top witch with a b, but as DJ spends more time with her, her vulnerability begins to show through, and it forces DJ to step forward in her faith. DJ's growing faith is refreshing and makes a nice addition to the series. Because she didn't grow up in a Christian home, everything about Christianity is new to her, and some of the toughest lessons for teens (or anyone): judge not, lest ye be judged, and love your neighbors and your enemies are struggles for her. My one disappointment for this book was the ending. Having recently read I Heart Bloomberg, I was surprised to find that Carlson had used an almost identical plot device in that book. While the two books have different audiences, it's not a good practice for an author.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Stealing Bradford is a delightful follow-up to Melody Carlson's first Carter House Girls book, Mixed Bags. This time, the girls deal with dating and competition for boyfriends -- a struggle many teens face. You'll cheer as the characters work through bitterness and rivalry, coming out stronger in their friendships and their Christian faith.
Guest More than 1 year ago
As a sequel of 'Mixed Bags' the author does not miss a beat. The reader is drawn to the middle of the action just as in the first book. This book includes even more scenarios of what teenagers are facing in this day and age. The tomboy girl to the fashionista, the challenges, the doubts and the fears we¿ve all experienced are there. But this book gives more, it gives an answer, a lifeline and that is God. These are definitely books I will gift to the teens in my life.
MichelleSutton More than 1 year ago
Stealing Bradford was an easy read like the first book in the series. I'm not sure I enjoyed it as much, though. I appreciated how the issues with Connor and DJ were worked through, but since this is part of a series it's still unresolved at the end, which is okay, but I don't like too many loose ends. There was a big loose end that is sort of dealt with because you see the first chapter for the next book at the end of this one, but that's the only reason. Without that you'd be left hanging. It seems like the characters are becoming more three dimensional as the series progresses, which is good. I like how gradually the deepening issues with Taylor are emerging and being peeled away like layers from an onion. It's great how the author shows that when you attempt to get to know people who you don't like, you will often see that their pain drives them to act the way they do. That's definitely the best part of this story. The scenario with Taylor at the school reminded me of A Walk to Remember's conflict, almost as if it had been taken from that story. And last, I don't know why I kept seeing Taylor as a blonde in my mind's eye, then to find out she has a totally different parentage kind of threw me. Maybe I just missed that in the first book.
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I loved the book it is so awesome
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