What If . . . All Your Friends Turned on You (Choose Your Destiny Series) [NOOK Book]


The popular interactive series returns! Can you save Haley from loserdom?

Sixteen-year-old Haley Miller is back at Hillsdale High school after the holiday break, and she’s finally got her driver’s license! But something fishy is going on. The few people she trusts are now acting less than trustworthy, and she’s beginning to wonder: is she turning into an outcast? Haley was looking forward to her best spring break yet, but now it’s not clear ...
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What If . . . All Your Friends Turned on You (Choose Your Destiny Series)

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The popular interactive series returns! Can you save Haley from loserdom?

Sixteen-year-old Haley Miller is back at Hillsdale High school after the holiday break, and she’s finally got her driver’s license! But something fishy is going on. The few people she trusts are now acting less than trustworthy, and she’s beginning to wonder: is she turning into an outcast? Haley was looking forward to her best spring break yet, but now it’s not clear she’ll get an invite from anybody. Maybe readers—with their excellent decision-making skills—can guide Haley back to her rightful place in the social strata. Anything’s possible in this fun series where Choose Your Own Adventure meets Gossip Girl.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780375893391
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 8/11/2009
  • Series: What If . . .
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 240
  • Age range: 12 years
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Liz Ruckdeschel was raised in Hillsdale, New Jersey, where What If . . . is set. She graduated from Brown University with a degree in religious studies and currently lives in Los Angeles.

Sara James has been an editor at Men’s Vogue, has covered the media for Women’s Wear Daily, has been a special projects producer for The Charlie Rose Show, and has written about fashion for InStyle magazine. She lives in New York and Los Angeles.

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Sometimes "auld acquaintance" should be forgot.

"More mock-n-cheese, honey?"

Haley Miller watched as Mrs. Armstrong plopped a mound of macaroni and tofu concoction onto her husband's plate. Dinner had ended for everyone else, but Doug Armstrong clearly couldn't get enough of this gelatinous stuff. And apparently, neither could Annie Armstrong's boyfriend, Dave Metzger.

"I'll take some more too, please, Mrs. Armstrong," Dave said, holding out his plate. "There's nothing like a big helping of mock-n-cheese. Mock cheese tastes better than real cheese any day, I think."

"I totally agree," Mr. Armstrong said. Dave beamed at him. And Annie smiled at the two of them, obviously pleased to see them getting along so well.

Haley shifted uncomfortably in her seat. It was weird to see just how alike Annie's father and her boyfriend were. They both had wiry, frizzy hair and bad skin. Even their names—Doug and Dave—were quite similar. The thought that Annie might like Dave because he was so much like her dad made Haley suddenly queasy—though the rumbling in her tumbling could have been the mock-n-cheese. It was probably both.

"It's almost time for the ball to drop," Haley said. Any excuse to get away from the faux gras. "Shouldn't we move into the living room and turn on the TV?"

"The city of New York wastes so much energy lighting up that silly ball," Haley's mother, Joan Miller, said. "I don't know whether to feel guilty for watching it and therefore supporting it, or guilty for depriving my kids of the communal experience."

"I know what you mean, Joan," Blythe Armstrong said. "But if they're going to use the energy, we might as well enjoy it."

The entire group stood up and waddled, full of vegetables and tofu, into the living room. It was New Year's Eve, and the Miller family—Haley, her seven-year-old brother, Mitchell, and their parents, Joan and Perry—were celebrating quietly with Annie Armstrong's family and a few friends. Annie's mother, Blythe, was an environmental lawyer at Armstrong & White, the firm where Joan worked, so the conversation was never lacking on the granola front.

Blythe Armstrong poured champagne for Haley's parents and sparkling apple cider for the minors while Annie turned on the TV. It wasn't the most exciting New Year's Eve Haley could imagine—far from it—but she tried to make the best of it. At least she had some friends with her, even if they were mostly of the brainiac variety: Annie, Dave, their classmate Hannah Moss and star debater and politico Alex Martin, who cochaired the debate team with Annie. Alex stood out, even in this supersmart and superambitious crowd, but it was mostly for his conservative political views. He worked as an intern for New Jersey's Republican governor-elect, Eleanor Eton, known in the Miller household as Public Enemy Number One.

Haley didn't agree with Alex's politics, but she found him the most interesting person at the party to talk to. And, in his bookish way, he was also the cutest.

"Maybe they should light the ball with nuclear power," Doug Armstrong said. "That would save a lot of energy, uh-heh, uh-heh." That odd pseudo-laugh he tacked onto the end of his sentence struck Haley as strangely familiar. She didn't have to wait long to figure out why.

"Sure—and possibly blow the city to smithereens," Dave said. "That'd be cool, uh-heh, uh-heh."

"Nuclear power? Not that again," Perry said. "I did a doc on no-nukes fifteen years ago. I thought we'd settled the whole nuclear thing, and if Washington hadn't been too mired in lobbyist politics to push forward on greener technology, it would have stayed settled."

Haley's father, Perry, was a documentary filmmaker who taught at Columbia and shared a liberal activist bent with his wife. Haley was all for liberal activism too; she just didn't find it scintillating party chat. She slid a silver elastic off her wrist and pulled her shoulder-length auburn hair into a loose ponytail. Why even bother looking glam for this crowd? Might as well get comfortable, since it looked as if she was in for a long night of discussing the pros and cons of clean energy sources.

"Nuclear power is a lot safer than it used to be," Alex protested. "And it's way cleaner than oil."

"Nuclear power will never be safe enough for me," Perry said. "What do we do with the waste?"

"What do you suggest we use instead, Perry?" Blythe said. "So-called clean coal?"

"I think clean coal's not a bad way to go, actually," Doug chimed in.

"There's no such thing," Joan said. "It's an oxymoron, like healthy cigarettes. Al Gore is right about that, at least."

"You should see what coal mining does to the Appalachians, too," Perry said. "It's like an open wound on the land, and the people who live there deal with all kinds of contamination. . . ."

"Well, we've got to use something to fuel our economy," Doug said. "I don't suppose anybody here is in favor of offshore drilling for more oil."

"No!" Perry, Joan and Blythe shouted at once.

"Uh, it's New Year's Eve," Haley said. "Do you think we could talk about something a little more . . . festive?"

"Like what?" Annie said.

"How about Mrs. Eton's upcoming inauguration?" Alex suggested.

Joan Miller looked horrified. "Look, Alex, you're a nice boy—a little misguided, maybe, but nice. What are you trying to do here, start a fistfight?"

"There's no issue more compelling to me right now than the environment," Blythe said. "I'd say this is our World War Three."

"I'll settle this," Haley said. "The obvious compromise is a blend of traditional and alternative-energy sources. End of discussion. See how easy that was?"

"My practical daughter," Joan said. "We forgot about solar."

Doug scoffed. "Please. Next you'll be telling me to convert my diesel car to vegetable oil."

"That really works, you know, Dad," Annie said.

"Haley will be getting her driver's license soon," Perry said. "Only a month and a half from now. I have to admit that thought scares me a little."

Haley was offended. "I'll be a good driver, Dad."

"I'm sure you will," Perry said. "It just gives us another thing to worry about: car accidents."

"Will you be getting a car for your birthday, Haley?" Alex asked.

"I don't know," Haley replied, nodding toward her parents. "Ask them."

"She might be," Joan said with a knowing smirk.

"There may be a little surprise in the driveway come February fourteenth," Perry added, a little too confidently.

"Really?" Haley smiled. A lot of her friends had gotten cars for their seventeenth birthdays, but she hadn't expected her own parents to buy one for her. As far as Joan and Perry were concerned, mass transit was always the best way to travel, and Haley could take the bus. Or so she thought anyway. The idea that they might be softening in their old age and that she might actually get a car of her very own was the most exciting news she'd heard all night. In fact, it almost made up for the mock-n-cheese.


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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 9, 2014

    What if it didn't end this way? CHAPTER 3!!!!

    "Get him out of here unnoticed." The guard repeated, quickly unlocking Edward's chains. Edward sat up and watched, unsure of what was happening. "Why do I get all the bad jobs. Now, out we go." The guard swiftly drew a transmutation circle on the wall, and a door appeared. He dragged a nervous Edward through, and the door was sealed behind them. Not even leaving a trace. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "Colt! Where is the Fullmetal Alchemist?" Mustang asked the handcuffed Colt in front of him. Colt scowled even deeper and spat a bloody wad of saliva on the dirt.
    "I told you. He's dead. We burned his body." Alphonse sat in the backround, holding in all of the pain and sorrow he felt. Mustang knew from Colt's smug smile that he was lying, and it was getting annoying fast. "So, what're going to do now? Sho-"
    "Colonel! He's lying! There are others saying that he was locked up in the basement before we came, but Edward ad another terrorist have not been seen since!" Hawkeye said, and both Mustang and Alphonse let out a sigh of relief. Alphonse was still upset that they haven't found his older brother, but they had found Ancy. She was now getting bombarded with hugs as she was reunited with her parents, who rushed over here when they heard their kidnapped daughter was with the military, unharmed.
    "Alphonse, I'm sorry we couldn't find Edward. We'll keep looking." Hawkeye said reassuringly, putting her hand on Alphonse's armored shoulder. Alphonse's armor was shaking, which meant that he was crying. Ever since Edward had dissapeared, everyone was giving him looks of pity at every turn, and he couldn't take any more of this.
    "Colonel, I'll go try to find Brother." He said, and Mustang turned around in shock.
    "Alphonse, we have it under control."
    "Really? Then why isn't Brother standing next to me? You can go and do it your way, and I'll do it my way. Good luck." Alphonse said, turning around and stalking off, and the only thing Mustang could do was watch.

    •Authors note: Where is Edward headed? What just happened to Alphonse? All these answers and more answered (maybe) in the next chapter! Found at the next res.

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