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Zero Tolerance

Zero Tolerance

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by Claudia Mills

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Seventh-grader Sierra Shepard has always been the perfect student, so when she sees that she accidentally brought her mother's lunch bag to school, including a paring knife, she immediately turns in the knife at the school office. Much to her surprise, her beloved principal places her in in-school suspension and sets a hearing for her expulsion, citing the school's


Seventh-grader Sierra Shepard has always been the perfect student, so when she sees that she accidentally brought her mother's lunch bag to school, including a paring knife, she immediately turns in the knife at the school office. Much to her surprise, her beloved principal places her in in-school suspension and sets a hearing for her expulsion, citing the school's ironclad no weapons policy. While there, Sierra spends time with Luke, a boy who's known as a troublemaker, and discovers that he's not the person she assumed he would be--and that the lines between good and bad aren't as clear as she once thought. Claudia Mills brings another compelling school story to life with Zero Tolerance.

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“After turning in a paring knife she accidentally brought to school with her lunch, a high-achieving, rule-following seventh-grade girl is suspended, and her case becomes a media sensation. . . . Provocative and fun, from a master of the school story.” —Kirkus Reviews

“This compelling novel could also spark a discussion about the slippery nature of rules and how they are enforced.” —School Library Journal

“This will make provocative discussion fodder, and it will also encourage kids to think more deeply about their relationship with rules and approval.” —The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books

Children's Literature - Jean Boreen
Sierra Shepherd always does the right thing, no matter what. So when she realizes that she has inadvertently taken her mother's lunch and that there is small paring knife inside, Sierra immediately turns herself and the knife into one of the lunch ladies and then to the principal. But Sierra's school has a zero tolerance policy concerning weapons, so even though the whole situation is just a huge mistake, Sierra lands herself in in-school suspension until her case can be reviewed by the school board. Her lawyer father is furious with the school; her artistic mother just wants to move her to another school. Sierra is confused, as are most of her classmates. During the situations, Sierra is faced with a number of decisions that test her ethical view of her world. This is an excellent book for young people to read as a way to consider the whole issue of zero tolerance versus human error. This book should also draw in both boys and girls as it has a solid cast of characters. Reviewer: Jean Boreen, Ph.D.
School Library Journal
Gr 6–8—As a member of the Leadership Club and an honor student at Longwood Middle School, Sierra Shepard helped create the banner announcing its creed: "Rules Respect Responsibility Reliability." The school has established an ironclad zero-tolerance policy on weapons, but when Sierra accidentally takes her mother's lunch bag to school, she finds it contains a paring knife. A loyal rule-follower, the seventh grader turns the knife in to the office, assuming that her spotless record will exempt her from the consequences of breaking a rule. That is not the case. Sierra begins a weeklong in-school suspension during which she questions her assumptions about following rules, her classmates, her parents, and school administrators. Sierra also reexamines her feelings about Luke Bishop, the school "bad boy" who is more complex and interesting than she thought. Sierra is a realistic and appealing character whose experiences will resonate with readers who enjoy stories about school and friends. This compelling novel could also spark a discussion about the slippery nature of rules and how they are enforced. Unlike Mills's novels for younger readers, Zero Tolerance includes mild swear words scattered throughout, but they seem genuine for the age of the characters.—Shelley Sommer, Inly School, Scituate, MA
Kirkus Reviews
After turning in a paring knife she accidentally brought to school with her lunch, a high-achieving, rule-following seventh-grade girl is suspended, and her case becomes a media sensation. Rules require exceptions, people are more complex than they seem, and bigheartedness trumps revenge: These are some of the many themes author Mills takes on in this idea-stuffed, somewhat overpopulated but thought-provoking novel. No one is more surprised than the slightly smug Sierra Shepard when she goes from teacher's pet to class pariah. Before you can say "knife fight," she's clapped into the duller-than-dull in-class suspension room and given a hearing date for likely expulsion. This enrages Sierra's hard-driving attorney father, who alerts the media, bringing attention to her plight. Unfortunately, it also puts the well-meaning Principal Besser between a rock and a hard place and stirs conflict with Sierra's artsy mother. Being treated like a criminal causes Sierra to do something surprisingly rotten that could upend her case, and, straining credibility, Principal Besser has a secret he'd rather not reveal. Ideas and personalities compete for page time, giving some of the scenes a sketchy feel, but readers should be fully engaged by the suspenseful climax. Sierra learns that her fellow detainees are sympathetic individuals, particularly her always-in-trouble classmate, Luke Bishop, and ultimately, the situation gives her a more nuanced perspective and generosity of spirit. Provocative and fun, from a master of the school story. (Fiction. 8-12)

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Zero Tolerance

By Claudia Mills

Farrar, Straus and Giroux

Copyright © 2013 Claudia Mills
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ISBN: 978-0-374-38832-4


Sierra Shepard sat in the office at Longwood Middle School during lunch recess 5A, waiting to see her principal, Mr. Besser. She adjusted her red plaid skirt so that it draped neatly over her knees and tucked a strand of shoulder-length brown hair back into her matching headband. Outside in the hallway, some kids peered in through the glass windows to see who was in trouble this time. She could tell that they were disappointed when they saw that she was the one sitting there.

Oh, it's just Sierra.

Above her head hung the banner she had helped sew with the other seventh-grade members of the Longwood Leadership Club. Letters cut from different-colored squares of fabric were appliquéd onto a large white cloth rectangle, spelling out the four words that formed the Longwood Middle School creed:





It still bothered Sierra that the fourth "R," the one in RELIABILITY, was slightly crooked. She had wanted to tell Em to snip it off and sew it on again more carefully, but Celeste had already been acting so bossy and critical that Sierra hadn't wanted to sound that way herself.

She would have brought the banner home and fixed the crooked "R" without saying anything. But Mrs. Frederick, who had been the Leadership Club adviser ever since Sierra had joined in sixth grade, had already started folding up the banner to take home to press. So now the "R" was crooked forever.

The "R" in RELIABILITY was unreliable.

The door to the office opened—not the door into Mr. Besser's inner sanctum, but the door that led out into the hall. Two boys entered—Luke Bishop and another kid Sierra didn't know. They were herded by a playground lady who wasn't exactly dragging them by their collars—touching students wasn't allowed—but who was keeping them in line with her scowl.

Sierra drew herself even more upright and looked down at the folder that she held in her lap.

The playground lady turned to Ms. Lin, one of the two school secretaries.

"Fighting," she said. "Again."

"He started it," the other boy spat out.

Luke sneered.

"I don't care who started it," Ms. Lin said.

The playground lady turned on her heel and marched away, as if relieved to be done with the unpleasant duty of delivering them to the office.

Ms. Lin pointed to the appliquéd banner. It really was useful to have it hanging right there.

"Rules," she read. "You boys know what the rule is about fighting at school. The rule is that all students involved in a fight are punished by in-school suspension. All students."

Luke dropped down into the chair directly next to Sierra, and the other boy into the chair next to him. Sierra thought about getting up and shifting into the remaining empty chair on the other side of her, but that might look rude, and Luke, who wasn't dumb even though he was in trouble all the time, might say something rude back.

He already called her by her last name instead of her first name, changing it to "Shep-turd." The only class they had together was health. Sierra was in honors classes for everything else, but there was no honors section for health. Luke had called her by that hideous name one day in health class, and some of the other not-so-good students had laughed.

Luke leaned over and said, "What did you do?"

At first Sierra didn't even understand the question. Then she got it. Was Luke joking?

"I didn't do anything!"

Luke glanced around the office as if to say, Then why are you here? He was one of the tallest seventh-grade boys, broad-shouldered, the kind of boy who would have been on the football team if his grades had been good enough to allow him to play. His long dark hair fell over one eye, and his T-shirt was torn, maybe from the playground fight with the other boy, who sat staring straight ahead.

"I'm here to talk to Mr. Besser about an idea I had—that the Leadership Club has—for a new school program."

It was actually Sierra's father's idea—he had read about it somewhere and told her about it—but then she had taken it to the Leadership Club, and they had thought it sounded great. The program was called ZAP, for Zeroes Aren't Permitted. Any kid who didn't turn in an assignment had automatic detention that day in a special study hall until he or she got the assignment done. That way no one ever got behind, and lots of kids who were failing wouldn't fail.

Luke gave a snort of contempt. Sierra clutched the folder that had her typed-up notes explaining this new idea.

"How do you know it's not a great program?" she asked him. "Actually, it's a program designed to help kids like you."

Luke gave her a look of such fury that she wondered if he might have attacked her physically if they hadn't been sitting outside the principal's office under Ms. Lin's watchful eye.

And then she, Sierra, would be in trouble for fighting! Because the rule said "No fighting," and it didn't matter who started it. Which did seem unfair, come to think of it. It would hardly have been Sierra's fault if Luke attacked her. It was hardly the other boy's fault if Luke had attacked him.

"Don't do me any favors, Shep-turd," Luke snarled.

Sierra wanted to snap back at him, Maybe there isn't any program that could help a kid like you.

But Ms. Lin called over to them, "No talking!" She gave Sierra an apologetic smile, clearly to let her know that the command was addressed to Luke, not her.

The other office door opened, and Mr. Besser stuck his bald head out. A lot of kids made fun of Mr. Besser for being bald—he made fun of it himself—but Sierra liked how he looked, with his bright eyes and waggling, bushy eyebrows.

Mr. Besser scanned the lineup of kids in their hard plastic chairs. He gave the two boys a stern stare. He gave Sierra a friendly wink.

"Sierra was here first," Ms. Lin said.

"All right, Miss Shepard, come on in," Mr. Besser said. "Tell me what I can do for you today."

As Sierra accepted the principal's invitation to follow him into the inner sanctum, she heard Luke mutter something. She was glad that she couldn't make out the words.

* * *

After her short meeting with Mr. Besser, who had promised he would give the ZAP idea "serious consideration," Sierra hurried to her locker to get her lunch. At Longwood Middle School, the lunch period was divided into an eating part and a recess part. Sierra had recess 5A and ate lunch 5B. So did her friends Emma Williamson, Lexi Kruger, and Celeste Vogel, which was lucky.

Sierra opened her locker, glancing at the things she had taped to the inside of her door—a picture of snow falling on the mountains that she had made in art class last semester, some goofy pictures of her and Em taken at a photo booth in the arcade at the mall, a printout of her goals for the semester, which she had made just over three weeks ago, on New Year's Day: Speak up more in class. Read a library book every week. Don't let people push you around. "People" meant Celeste. Get more involved in Leadership Club. She had done that one already, with her ZAP idea. Don't think so much about B. "B" meant "boys."

And "boys" meant Colin Beauvoir, who was in her accelerated language arts class, her math class, and her French class, as well as in the Octave, the elite eight-student a cappella choir that practiced Tuesday and Thursday mornings before school. Colin with the dreamy gray eyes and the slow, shy smile. Sierra loved the way his hands trembled just a little bit when he had to read aloud in class.

Sierra grabbed her insulated lunch bag and slammed her locker shut. She was definitely doing better at Get more involved in Leadership Club than at Don't think so much about B.

The noise level in the cafeteria was deafening as Sierra headed to the table by the window where her friends sat every day. She had thought Celeste wouldn't be back yet from getting her braces tightened, but there she was, her long, straight blond hair easy to see even from across the room. Tiny, smart-mouthed Lexi sat next to her; brainy, bookish Em was sitting across from them.

Sierra sat down next to Em.

"Do your braces hurt?" she asked Celeste sympathetically.

Celeste nodded. "But look." She flashed her smile; Sierra saw that Celeste's braces were now blue, the same blue as her eyes. "I got sick of pink. Pink is so last semester, don't you think?"

Sierra knew Celeste was joking, pretending to be a big authority on fashion. But Celeste definitely was a big authority on a lot of things.

"Did you talk to Besser?" Celeste asked Sierra.



"He said that ZAP was a great idea, and he'd give it serious consideration." Sierra felt herself beaming.

"Grownups say that when they're not going to do anything," Celeste said.

Sierra was glad to see Lexi give Celeste a withering look. All three girls were in Leadership Club with Sierra.

"Well, they do," Celeste said. "I'm just saying."

Lexi crumpled up her sandwich wrapper into a small, hard sphere and tried to toss it into the trash can, the way the boys did. She missed.

"Are you just going to leave it there?" Sierra asked.

"I'll get it when the bell rings. On my way out." As if registering Sierra's disapproval, Lexi added, "Look, it's not like it's going anywhere."

Sierra hopped up and walked the ten feet to the trash can, collected Lexi's wrapper, and disposed of it properly.

"You can't stand for a piece of litter to be on the floor for half a minute," Lexi teased when Sierra sat back down at the table.

"You shouldn't make Sierra throw away your trash for you," Celeste scolded.

"I didn't make her do anything. It's not my fault if Sierra's so anal."

Sierra knew that "anal" was a psychological term for someone who was compulsively neat and organized, which she was—well, neat and organized, not compulsively neat and organized. She hated the word, though. It made her think of Luke's nickname for her.

"Aren't you going to eat your lunch?" Celeste asked Sierra.

Sierra wasn't really hungry; she was too busy mentally replaying her conversation with Mr. Besser. And, unlike the grownups of Celeste's apparent acquaintance, she knew that Mr. Besser did mean what he said.

Celeste never seemed to want to give anybody else in Leadership Club credit for having good ideas. It was one of the most annoying things about her. Sierra had become friends with Celeste mainly because they were the only two seventh-grade girls singing in the Octave; Colin was the only seventh-grade boy.

Sierra opened the Velcro flap on her lunch bag. Hungry or not, she'd better eat something, or her stomach might start rumbling in French class, right as she was sitting next to Colin.

She opened her sandwich and was about to take the first bite when she looked at it more closely. It was ham and cheese, not plain cheese. She must have grabbed her mother's identical lunch bag by mistake: Sierra hadn't eaten ham or pork or bacon ever since reading Charlotte's Web back in third grade.

"Great," she said. "I took my mother's lunch, and she took mine."

Irritated, Sierra dumped the contents of the lunch bag out onto the table. The loathsome sandwich, two oatmeal raisin cookies, an apple, and a paring knife to cut it with.

Sierra stared at the knife as if a coiled serpent had appeared from her mother's lunch bag, poised and ready to spring.

"Uh-oh," Lexi said.

"No weapons" was the biggest rule of all the rules at Longwood Middle School. No guns, not even toy guns. No knives, not even plastic knives.

For the first time since Sierra had come to the table, Em spoke up. "Just put it back in your lunch bag. It was your mother's knife, not yours. No one's seen it but us."

Lexi, who couldn't be bothered to pick up her own trash, quickly snatched the knife and stuck it back in the lunch bag, safely out of sight.

"It was just a mistake," Em said. "You took the wrong lunch. It could happen to anyone."

Celeste didn't say anything.

"No," Sierra said. "The rule says 'no knives.' Period. Not 'no knives unless you have them by mistake.' Or 'no knives except if they're not very sharp.' I'll take it over to the lunch lady, and she can put it in the kitchen or in the office, and my mom can come and get it when she picks me up after school."

Before she could change her mind, Sierra gathered up the rest of the contents of her lunch, put them back in the bag, and got up from the table. Carrying the lunch bag with the knife inside, she walked over to Sandy, the lunch lady.

She would explain everything to Sandy.

And then everything would be all right.


Sandy presided over the Longwood Middle School cafeteria. She was about the same age as Sierra's parents, maybe a little bit older, and definitely a lot heavier. Sandy never got off her stool unless there was a major spill or an outright brawl. She was generally good-natured, but you didn't want to be the kid who made Sandy have to get off her stool and actually do something rather than calling out the same ineffectual reprimands: "No running!" "No pushing!" "Keep it down, kids!"

"Yeah?" Sandy asked when Sierra approached her stool, lunch bag in hand.

"I took my mother's lunch by mistake," Sierra said.

Sandy didn't appear to be impressed. "So? Can't you just eat it?"


"Look, by the time you call home, lunch'll be over with. We're talking five minutes until the bell."

"No, I mean, I can eat it"—well, not the ham on the sandwich—"but she had an apple, and—"

"No running!" Sandy yelled to a boy who was racing over to the conveyor belt with his tray. "What's wrong with an apple?"

Sierra opened up the lunch bag and extended it so that Sandy could see the knife, visible next to the sandwich and cookies. "She had this to cut it with."

Sandy's eyes widened. "You're not supposed to have that at school."

"I know. That's why I'm giving it to you."

Instead of simply accepting the knife—as if even a grownup weren't allowed to touch such a forbidden object—Sandy slipped down off her stool.

"Look, I can't leave these kids alone. Take that thing to the office. Just go there directly. Do you hear me?"

Despite her insistent tone, Sandy looked worried. Sierra could tell that she was wondering whether she'd get in more trouble if she abandoned her post in the cafeteria or if she let a weapon-wielding student walk unsupervised through the halls.

"Margie!" Sandy called over to one of the ladies behind the counter. "Margie, hold the fort for me, will you? I've got a situation."

Sierra winced at the word.

"Come with me," Sandy said.

* * *

When they arrived at the office, Ms. Lin looked up and started to give Sierra an automatic smile, but the expression on Sandy's face caused the smile to vanish before it had reached past the corners of her mouth, well before it had reached her eyes.

"She brought a knife to school," Sandy said to Ms. Lin.

"I didn't. I didn't even know I had it until—"

"Show her," Sandy ordered.

"It's my mother's knife. I took her lunch by mistake."

As the two women stared at her—glared at her?—Sierra had no choice but to reach in the lunch bag, pull out the knife, and set it down on Ms. Lin's desk.

Ms. Lin gave an audible gasp. The other secretary, Mrs. Saunders, looked up from her computer.

"I guess you can take it from here," Sandy said. "I'd better get back to our little darlings before someone gets killed."

It felt like a strange joke to make with a knife lying right there in plain view.

Just then the bell for the end of 5B sounded.

Ms. Lin put the knife back in the lunch bag and stashed it on a shelf behind her desk.

Now Sierra would have to go to French without eating anything. Maybe she could retrieve her oatmeal raisin cookies and gobble them on her way to class. But something made her think she'd better quit while she was ahead.

She was halfway to the door when Ms. Lin called out sharply, "Where do you think you're going, missy?"

Missy? Ms. Lin had never spoken to Sierra in that way.

"To French. I have French sixth period."

"You're not going anywhere." Ms. Lin pointed to the same row of chairs where Sierra had been sitting earlier. "Mr. Besser is out of the building right now, but I expect him back some time this afternoon."

This afternoon? Sierra couldn't miss French; they were having a quiz on irregular verbs. She didn't want to miss art. If she missed art, her pot might not be ready for the kiln by Friday, just two days away. And then there was the science lab where they'd be dissecting a worm. And, yes, dissecting it with a knife.

"Couldn't you tell Mr. Besser what happened? That it was all a mistake? I have a quiz in French and—"

"You'll just have to miss it."

"But ... can I at least go to my locker to get my French book so I can study while I'm waiting?"

Ms. Lin shook her head.

Sierra felt her cheeks burning. She couldn't believe how unreasonable Ms. Lin was being when it was as completely obvious as anything in the world could be that an honor student like Sierra wouldn't bring a knife to school on purpose. Maybe Lexi and Em had been right. She should have just hidden the knife in her lunch bag.


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Claudia Mills is the author of many chapter and middle grade books, including 7 x 9=Trouble; How Oliver Olson Changed the World; and, most recently, Third-Grade Reading Queen. She lives in Boulder, Colorado.

Claudia Mills is the acclaimed author of many books for children. She lives in Boulder, Colorado.

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Zero Tolerance 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Getlostinfic More than 1 year ago
First Thoughts I love the whole premise behind this book! Plus I’m a new lover of all thing Middle Grade so Zero Tolerance was at the top of my list of Must Reads! My Thoughts I really enjoyed this book! I loved that Zero Tolerance explored the blurred lines of what it right, what is wrong, and what is fair. I love that this shows that there is no black and white, there is a gray area.  Sierra Shepard is your average goody-goody seventh grader. She makes straight A’s, she has great friends and parents, and she follows the rules. The Rules in her school is a Zero Tolerance policy, for both weapons and drugs. That means expulsion if you are caught with either, no exceptions!! So when Sierra opens her lunch and sees that she has her mother’s instead, along with a small knife to cut her apple, she follows the rules and turns it in. But rules are rules and there are no exceptions, even if it was an honest mistaken and she turned it in. Now she is stuck in class suspension until this matter can be resolved. She’s with the resident school baddies and she learns that everything isn’t what it seems, rules sometimes don’t work in your favor, and that life sometimes isn’t fair. Characters Sierra- the “Anal” goody-goody who has never been in trouble in her life, she was a great character because you see her grow from beginning to end. She learns a lot of hard lessons throughout the book, and had to grow up fast. At the beginning she was very naïve but towards the end she learned a lot of valuable lessons. Luke – resident bad boy! He basically does what he wants, when he wants, because he can. He has learned a lot of lessons about the world around him at such an early age so he helps show Sierra that sometimes life isn’t fair. He basically is living up to the “self-fulfilling prophecy”. He’s doing what everyone thinks he should do because they already have made up their mind about him! He’s not really bad just misunderstood! Story What I loved most about this book was the inter-struggle that the characters went through! They had to deal with the question of what is right, what is wrong, and what’s fair! I feel that at the end every character learned that mistakes are going to happen, and you are going to do something you’re not proud of, and things you regret; but you learn that all actions have consequences and that the world is made up of grey, and you can correct some of your mistakes. Overall, Zero Tolerance was a great book. The writing was good, I think Mills portrayed the middle school voice well and the message was clear and very informative. I wasn’t a huge fan of the ending! It wasn’t bad I just had a different idea in my head that I sort of ran with, but I was also not disappointed with the outcome! I would recommend Zero Tolerance to all who enjoy MG books and to kids who are around fourth grade and up!
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have not finished reading the book yet,but so far I think it is NOT fair, for Sierra Sheperd