Teens 911: Snowbound

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Kids and preteens devour reality-based dramas. Author Deborah Morris provides that and more in hair-raising detail in Teens 911, a brand new series filled with spine-tingling adventures of real teens saved from a life-threatening encounter by relying on their bravery and sheer survival skills.

Each book in the series contains five to six true stories from teenage boys and girls, along with their photos and reality snapshots of the adventure. A wrap-up with facts and trivia ...

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Overview

Kids and preteens devour reality-based dramas. Author Deborah Morris provides that and more in hair-raising detail in Teens 911, a brand new series filled with spine-tingling adventures of real teens saved from a life-threatening encounter by relying on their bravery and sheer survival skills.

Each book in the series contains five to six true stories from teenage boys and girls, along with their photos and reality snapshots of the adventure. A wrap-up with facts and trivia appears at the end of each story entitled: "Survival Skills: What to Do if You're Ever...", much like the best-selling Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook.

The series' debut book includes: Snowbound-a story of three teenage friends who face hypothermia and potential tragedy on a ski trip gone awry; Helicopter Crash-an adventure in which a thirteen-year-old girl saves her father's life; Teacher in Trouble-a quick-thinking teen's account of saving his teacher's life by performing CPR; Up in Smoke-an amazing tale of a teen who saves his little brother from a deadly fire; and Salmon River Rescue-a story of a valiant river rescue.

Fictionalized accounts of true incidents from across the United States in which teenagers used their knowledge and skills to save their own or someone else's life. Each story is followed by a quiz about emergency procedures.

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Editorial Reviews

VOYA
Morris presents five fact-based, fictionalized accounts of teen heroes in this collection. Snowbound recounts the story of two fifteen-year-olds, Justin Haeger and Aaron Peterson, who survive in near-blizzard conditions. In Helicopter Crash, thirteen-year-old Jodi Itri rescues her father after he is cut by the helicopter's blade. Sixteen-year-old Randy Hall and his fourteen-year-old brother Curtis brave a storm and get help for their father in River of No Return. Flameproof is the story of Tony Guzman, sixteen, who goes back into his burning apartment to find his younger brother and sister. In Race to the Finish, fifteen-year-old Jamie Chavez must perform CPR after she discovers a teacher who is not breathing. Through each story, the author seeks to inspire the reader. These teens are ordinary people who find themselves in extraordinary circumstances. They do not think of themselves as heroes. For example, when a local reporter approaches Tony, he responds, "Anybody with a brother or sister would have done the same." In every case, the teens must conquer their fears before they can help. They use what they have learned, "The pages of the CPR manual she'd read the night before formed a clear picture in her mind." Furthermore, they ask for divine guidance, "'Please help us, God', he prayed wearily." A fifteen-question survival quiz, which readers can use to assess their own skills and knowledge, follows each story. Entertaining and uplifting, the book is particularly suited to younger teens and would be a fine choice for middle school libraries. VOYA CODES: 4Q 4P M (Better than most, marred only by occasional lapses; Broad general YA appeal; Middle School, defined as grades 6 to 8). 2002,Health Communications, 250p,
— Christine Sanderson
School Library Journal
Gr 7 Up-Five accounts of teens in emergency situations, in some cases saving the lives of others. In "Snowbound," Morris relates how three young men on a ski trip lost track of trail markers during a storm. Unable to get their bearings, they were stranded overnight in an out-of-bounds area. They reached help the next day and were treated for hypothermia, frostbite, and dehydration. A postscript and a quiz about surviving in the cold follow. More heroic is the deputy sheriff's daughter in "Helicopter Crash," who saved her father from certain death during a takeoff and landing drill in their yard. Jody carefully crawled under slicing rotors to find her father injured, in shock, and determined to walk into the lethally spinning helicopter blades. One rodeo-riding teen used CPR on an unconscious teacher, and a wrestling champion dragged his little brother and sister out of a burning house. The stories engage readers instantly and are accompanied by small, black-and-white snapshots. All of the teens are introduced in a nonemergency context that defines their unique traits and personality, shedding light on their ability to handle these situations. Reluctant readers who prefer nonfiction will find much to enjoy here, and the survival quizzes are great springboards for discussion in health classes.-Vicki Reutter, Cazenovia High School, NY Copyright 2003 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780757300394
  • Publisher: Health Communications, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 8/21/2002
  • Pages: 250
  • Age range: 12 - 17 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.70 (w) x 8.60 (h) x 0.50 (d)

Meet the Author

Deborah Morris is the author of thirteen books, including the Real Kids, Real Adventures book series, now airing as a syndicated TV series in the U.S. and Canada on the Discovery Channel. She ghostwrote/coauthored the Christian best-seller and Gold Medallion Finalist What Would Jesus Do?, wrote more than 100 feature articles for magazines and co-produced two reality-based TV movies. Morris is a certified First Responder; a Disaster Team Leader with the American Red Cross; and a First Aid Team Member with the Christian Motorcyclists Association. An active speaker to school groups, Morris also enjoys spending time in her home state of Texas with her husband, her Harley-Davidson and her own "real kids."
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Chapter One

When Daryl phoned Phoebe she was standing on her head, waiting for his call.
She had been practicing yoga ever since Hannah had taken her to a class, and
Phoebe loved it. She could easily resist cookies when she was standing on her head. Upside-down, time was suspended, and she felt weightless, or in outer space, and even ginger snaps lost their gravitational pull.

"Hey, Morgenstern! How are you?" the now-upright Phoebe said when she heard Daryl's voice, the voice she entirely loved, the voice she hardly ever stopped hearing in her head, the voice that belonged to the boy who still belonged to the adorable, chubby Gabriella. Gabby. That lucky girl.

"Good," replied Daryl, unconvincingly. Since his mother's death a year earlier, he had gone away to college as a pre-med major, seen his twin sisters move in with their aunt, and maintained a long-distance relationship with Gabby, his high-school girlfriend. Phoebe had urged him to get some therapy,
but Daryl saw himself as a cowboy, alone on his horse, braving the wilderness,
riding the range.

Phoebe's therapist, Gale Holland, said most men thought of themselves this way, that cowboys didn't get therapy, they got drunk. Phoebe knew Daryl didn't ever get drunk, not even to quiet the pain of his recent losses. Phoebe herself preferred food to drinking or drugs. She had once gotten extremely drunk and vowed, when she found her cheek pressing against the tile floor of a bathroom in a bistro in Paris, that she would never drink again. And she hadn't. She had tried marijuana (one of the models at her father's photo studio had pulled her into the darkroom and offered her a drag on a joint) and felt giggly, but weird, and she'd had to eat two bagels with lots of cream cheese to get her equilibrium back.

"I'm good," repeated Daryl, as though to convince Phoebe of the truth of it, or to convince himself.

"Oh yeah?" replied Phoebe playfully. "What's so good about you?"

Daryl didn't laugh, as he usually would have when Phoebe flirted. He didn't say anything. Phoebe waited and then said, "Daryl?"

Still there was silence. It was not that relaxed sort of silence that happens when you are just hanging out. It was a tense silence. Stiff. It made Phoebe's muscles ache.

"Daryl? Are you there? What's wrong?"

"It'sùit'sùGabby," answered Daryl. "Gabby and me."

"What? What about her?" asked Phoebe impatiently.

"Me and Gabby," said Daryl softly. "We'reùengaged. I mean,
we're going to be. I meanùit's too hard long distance. She says we need commitment. We need structure. Weùshe said we need to be engaged, otherwise
. . . "

"Otherwise?" prompted Phoebe.

"Otherwise she says we can't . . . "

"Can't what?" demanded Phoebe, horrified and interrupting Daryl again.
But she knew what Daryl was about to say.

Before Daryl had phoned, Phoebe had been feeling incredibly good. That was how she described how she felt to herself. She even felt that she looked incredibly good. Her thick, springy, long brown curls shone. Her creamy skin radiated a rosy glow. Her body felt strong. It was not the tall slender body of a fashion model. It was the curvy, size-sixteen body of a girl of five-foot-three who had, in the past year, lost over forty-five pounds.

Phoebe sat on the floor of her room in a numbed condition, holding the phone pressed so tight against her head that her ear was actually sweating. Her ear was sweating. Daryl and Gabby were going to be engaged. Engaged to be married.
Phoebe felt simultaneously protective of Daryl's feelings and hopeful that Gabby would break up with him, since she knew that Darylùkind, strong, loyal
Daryl, gallant cowboy Darylùwould never break up with her.

"Can't go on," continued Daryl. "Gabby said she can't go on with this long-distance thing."

"Ugh!" exclaimed Phoebe disgustedly. "What is she thinking?
Manipulation?"

"Maybe she's right," said Daryl.

"What is she afraid of?" asked Phoebe.

"She's afraid if I don't commit to her, somebody else will sweep me off my feet."

Phoebe pictured Daryl on a big, chestnut horse, bridle gleaming, tooled saddle glowing dully in the sunset, a cowgirl clip-clopping along on a shiny black pony, lassoing him.

"Well, girls are always chasing you around. But she isn't giving you much credit for having the ability to say +no' to them. Is she." It was not really a question. Phoebe sighed. Girls and women, females of all ages,
could not keep their eyes or their hands off Daryl.

Phoebe glanced at the time: 6:25.

"Oh no! I have to go!" she said. She would have to dash if she was going to make it to Gale's 7:00 group on time. She stepped over several copies of The Star and The Enquirer as she crossed the room, glimpsing a headline proclaiming that a sheep had given birth to a human baby, and, on another front page, a picture of Michael Jackson, whose nose looked even smaller than in the last photo she'd seen of him. Grabbing the keys to the dark-green Toyota Land Cruiser her parents had given her for graduation, she headed for the driveway. Her little apricot colored poodles, Tom and Nicole, jumped up and down around her legs.
Cookies spoke to her from the inside of the cookie jar shaped like a giant frosted chocolate cupcake.

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• *

Hannah put the finishing touches on her first wedding cake, placing candied violets around the iced perimeter of the cake's three white tiers. It gave her a wonderful feeling of accomplishment to view her handiwork at the end of this day at the bakery. She'd also written some good fortunes to place inside the little pink and white and yellow meringues she'd made.

"Only the spoon knows what's in the soup." (Spanish proverb.)

"You can't fix it if you don't admit it's broken." (Gale Holland)

Hannah's employer, Devie (her full name was Devon Poole), was impressed with her creativity and willingness to work hard. Botticelli Bakery had an excellent reputation in the community, and people from surrounding Long Island towns went out of their way for their raspberry cheese pie, chocolate pound cake and crusty herb bread.

Hannah had a bit of a headache, and her neck felt stiff. She wondered if she had meningitis, encephalitis or mad cow disease, if she'd soon begin to have convulsions, followed by coma. Hannah was terrified of being sick while always suspecting she was. Her mother, after a lifetime of anorexia, had died at the age of thirty-six after having been diagnosed with breast cancer. It was the anorexia, though, the doctors said, that had prematurely ended her life.

Hannah was proud that she had not purged in several months. She had finally gone to see a doctor about the blood she had noticed when she threw up. Gale had been firm when she'd told Hannah last spring that she would not see her again until she'd seen a doctor, and Hannah had reluctantly but quickly made the appointment at a clinic during the next week, when she knew her father would be away on business.

Gale had also asked that Hannah sign a release giving Gale permission to speak with the doctor about his findings and had Hannah ask the doctor to sign a similar release giving him permission to do the same. This was necessary because often clients would see the doctor and say it was for a general check-up, never mentioning the bulimia or the bleeding, therefore complying with the requirement to see a doctor but not addressing the life-threatening symptoms. If untreated, bleeding from the esophagus, the tube connecting the mouth to the stomach, was fatal more than 50 percent of the time. Gale had been worried about Hannah, and she had communicated this to Hannah so emphatically that Hannah had been worried,
tooùworried enough to tell the doctor the truth.

Hannah knew Gale found it amazing that, given Hannah's proclivity for attributing dire causes to every symptom, she could nonetheless continue to purge without fear of the consequences. Denial, Gale had told Hannah about a thousand times,
was a baffling, treacherous thing.

The doctor had examined Hannah with an endoscope, a tube with a tiny camera on the end of it, and had taken some blood for a complete blood count. He'd explained that vigorous vomiting could easily tear the small blood vessels of the esophagus, which would account for her bleeding. After he'd performed the endoscopy, he'd admitted her to the hospital for two days of intravenous feeding.
Since the source of Hannah's bleeding was in the neck region, the upper part of her esophagus, and the tears looked tiny, the doctor told her she could go home after the two days of IV feeding if she finished the course of antibiotics he prescribedùand stopped purging. She would have to return for weekly follow-up visits for at least a month, he'd told her, and she had.

Hannah was relieved that when the statement from the insurance company came,
it said she'd been treated in the hospital for esophageal bleeding. When her father, who'd still been away on business when Hannah was in the hospital, questioned her about it, she said she'd had food poisoning and had thrown up a lot. She told Gale she'd felt bad about lying, but not as bad as she would have felt if she'd had to tell her father the truth. Anyway, food, she reasoned, WAS a sort of poison for her.

She'd developed an interest in esophageal bleeding after her discharge from the hospital and found references to it on many Internet sites. When she'd read about it, and about how the dehydration from purging could cause kidney failure and heart irregularities that could lead to her death, Hannah had been terrified of hurting herself further and had stopped purging right away.

Hannah was looking for a way not to go home. For today, at least, she had escaped the magnetic force of cinnamon raisin loaf, olive bread and pound cake. Her need to produce dozens of these, and make each one perfect, captured her imagination.
It was aimlessness, unstructured time, which made her vulnerable to bingeing.
When her hands and mind were occupied by something challenging, which required her to stretch her creative capabilities, Hannah felt practically normal. Time disappeared, and so did her fear and self-doubt, and she floated through her tasks in a velvety soft internal silence.

Without that sanctuary, she was apprehensive about the thoughts that could come, about what those thoughts could make her feel, and about what the feelings might make her do. The thought, the realization, that she was gay plagued her daily, hourly if she was not productively occupied. Why did "it" have to be called that, Hannah reflected irritably as she wiped flour off the counters in the bakery's big kitchen. Were all homosexuals all over the planet, at this moment, whistling, smiling or humming? What was so "gay" about being gay, she wondered angrily. What could be cheery about identifying oneself as a member of a third gender, which was in the minority?

Hannah had a crush on her boss. That her boss was married, and the mother of two boys, did not seem to have any dampening effect on Hannah's ardor. It wasn't only the motherly way Devie took pride in Hannah's dedication to her baking that pleased Hannah so much. Hannah thrived on the nurturing provided by her appreciative employer, especially without a mother of her own. It was the longing for Devie's touch that terrified Hannah, her craving to be held by this small,
dark woman, to have her stroke her hair.

Devie came into the bakery on her way home from picking up one of her boys.
She came in through the bakery's back entrance, and a gust of wind lifted puffs of flour and powdered sugar out of the big drums in which they were stored.
Hannah's face was smudged with flour, her hands sticky from icing, which she was licking off her fingers when Devie came in. She loved icing best when she could eat it with her hands. When Hannah was little, and her mother had made icing, she would let Hannah lick some off her fingers.

"Make sure you clean up really well before you close up," said Devie,
looking at the crowded counters covered with bowls that had been full of batter and dough and buttercream.

Devie had never said anything like that to Hannah. In fact, she usually said how pleased she was with how clean and orderly everything was since Hannah had come to work for her.

When Devie left, Hannah felt extremely angry and confused. Until now, she'd thought of Devie as gentle, as someone who admired and appreciated her. Until now, she'd felt safe with Devie, had enjoyed imagining herself as part of Devie's family. She was glad it was almost time for her to go to her Tuesday night group.


¬2002. All rights reserved. Reprinted from
Ravenous by Eve Eliot. No part of this publication may be reproduced,
stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the written permission of the publisher. Publisher: Health Communications, Inc.,
3201 SW 15th Street, Deerfield Beach, FL 33442.

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Table of Contents

Snowbound 1
Helicopter Crash 43
River of No Return 73
Flameproof 115
Race to the Finish 151
Wanted: Teen Heroes and Survivors 187
About the Author 189
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