It isn't rape. It isn't bullying. It isn't hate speech. A far-reaching prescription drug ring has sprung up, and students are using the drugs to cheat. But how do you try a case with no obvious victim? Especially when the facts don't add up, and each new clue drives a wedge between Alex and the people she loves most: her friends, her boyfriend, and her fellow Mockingbirds.
As Alex unravels the layers of deceit within the school, the administration, and even the student body the Mockingbirds protect, her struggle to navigate the murky waters of vigilante justice may reveal more about herself than she ever expected.
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By Daisy Whitney
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I will pretend I know nothing.
When she asks me about the Mockingbirds, I will deny everything.
I won't reveal who we are and what we do, even though she has summoned me here to her inner sanctum "to discuss matters pertaining to the Mockingbirds." That's what the note says, the one her secretary hand-delivered to me moments ago on crisp white stationery, sealed with the official emblem of the office of the dean of Themis Academy.
Ms. Ivy Merritt.
She is second in command here, and that puts her in charge of students, faculty, activities, and all disciplinary matters. Even though discipline is a loaded word at this school.
"Please come in," she says, and gestures to the brown leather chair across from her desk. As I sit down, I quickly survey her office. Her desk is lined with photos of two dogs. Weimaraners. I've seen her walking her dogs around the campus. She lets them off leash, and they stay next to her the entire time, perfectly trained.
She notices me looking at the photos.
"Frederick and Fredericka," she says proudly. "Do you have dogs?"
"No," I say. When you go to boarding school, that whole "If we get a puppy, I promise I'll walk it" plea doesn't really work on parents.
"They're twins," she adds.
Twins? They're called littermates, lady, as in brother and sister.
"That's nice," I say, but I'm not really interested in her dogs' family tree. I'm just trying to ignore the nervous feeling growing inside me, the twitchiness of not knowing what the dean wants. I've talked to her before, heard her D-Day speeches, watched her happily overseeing student performances at the Faculty Club. Ms. Merritt is a Themis institution herself—she went to school here (the third generation in her family to attend) before returning as a teacher and then working her way up in the administration. She is the school's biggest cheerleader; she attends as many sporting events and student performances as she can, and she always cheers the loudest.
Of course, none of that gives me any insight into the matters pertaining to the Mockingbirds, and as far as I am concerned, any matter pertaining to the Mockingbirds must be kept secret from any teacher or administrator, no matter how much school spirit she possesses.
Maybe especially because of how much school spirit she possesses.
I look around some more, hunting out clues. The shelves behind her desk are lined with books, plaques, awards, but there's an empty space on the top shelf. It seems to have been cleared out, recently dusted and polished.
She's angling for something this year. Another award.
Ms. Merritt moves from her desk to the chair next to me, scooting it even closer. I watch her inch nearer still. I force myself to focus on something else—like the tight braid in her hair or the ugly glasses she wears. Ms. Merritt is pretty, but she's one of those women who try to hide their beauty by wearing glasses and pantsuits and never letting their hair down.
"First of all, thank you so much for coming. It's such an exciting time—the start of your senior year—so I thought we could begin our meeting by talking about your college plans," she says. I'm thrown off because I thought we'd be talking about the Mockingbirds, or at least the a cappella singing group we tell the administration we are. "Is Juilliard still at the top of your list?"
"Yes," I say, giving her only the briefest of answers so we can get to the real agenda: not dogs, not college, but the matters pertaining to the Mockingbirds she called me here to discuss.
"We haven't had a student admitted to Juilliard in four years," Ms. Merritt continues, then places her hand on mine. My first instinct is to yank my hand away. I don't like being touched by teachers, by adults. "But I have all the faith in the world that you're going to change that for us, aren't you?"
"Sure," I say, because what can I say? Of course I want to get into Juilliard. It's only been my lifelong dream.
"The school needs this, Alex," she says, and I detect a note of pleading in her voice. Then she presses her hand harder against mine. I look down at her hand, its veins all fat and blue, and then back up at her. I want to know why I'm here, because it can't just be about my college plans. But she's not letting on. Instead, she's just holding my hand tighter, and I don't like it. I start to wriggle my hand out from under hers.
She looks down, noticing my discomfort, and releases me. "I'm sorry. I should be more sensitive about your—" She stops, then says, delicately, in a whisper, "Personal space."
It's as if she just dropped a tray in the cafeteria and now it's silent, dead silent, and we all wait for someone to break the seal with a sound.
I make the first move. "What do you mean by that?" I ask, because she knows something. I want to know how much she knows.
"What happened to you last year," she says, lowering her voice again, like this is a secret only the two of us know. "As if what you went through wasn't hard enough, I imagine there are students who don't really know what to think about it, seeing as the issue was never formally brought forth. And now you're having to live with people still having all those lingering questions of ... shared culpability," she says, shaking her head, as if the thought disturbs her. "But I hope you know that had you decided to come to me about the situation with that boy, there never would have been a question about what really happened. And, of course, you can come to me about anything," she adds. "That's my job. That's why I'm here."
I am floored. I don't even know where to start, because I'm thinking ten things at once, but the first one is this: Ms. Merritt knows I was date-raped by another student last year, even though I never told anyone in the administration. I try to open my mouth to speak, but words refuse to take shape, and all I manage is "How?"
"There are many students here who share things with me," she says as she leans closer, patting my hand as if trying to set me at ease. But I'm not at ease. I'm not cool with students talking about me, and I'm definitely not comfortable with them telling her—especially since she doesn't seem very sensitive about my personal space after all. "And you should know that you can trust me too."
For a second I can feel the walls of her office looming closer, falling toward me as if they're going to enclose me too tightly. But the very thought of anyone insinuating I was somehow to blame for the assault strengthens me, and I push back. "How can you say there is any shared culpability?"
"Alex, you have to understand I'm not saying there was or wasn't. But you and he never came to me, so I don't know the details. How am I to know whose fault it actually was?"
"Fault? It was his fault."
She waves this away, then nods to the desk photos of her dogs. "I find that positive reinforcement works best," she says, and I expect her to break out a basket of dog biscuits and maybe offer me one. "And that's why I say it's time to simply move on and focus on the good stuff. Like Juilliard." Now there's a beaming smile on her face. "The fact of the matter is, you are extraordinarily talented. You have an opportunity before you with Juilliard, and it's one we both want. Your admission there would mean so very much to me, and to you, of course. So let's not focus on the past, or any past troubles. Let's celebrate your talents instead, since not only are you our star piano player, but I see that you're also heading up the Mockingbirds singing group," she says, tapping a piece of paper on her desk. It's a list of the students who head up the various groups and clubs at Themis. I had to submit my name last week to qualify for a mailbox in the student-activities office and for the right to post flyers around campus. But does she know singing is just a cover for what the Mockingbirds really do?
"And that is why I have decided I want the Mockingbirds to perform in two weeks at our first Faculty Club event this year," she adds. "It's part of my purview to select the students who will perform, and it's imperative that the faculty have a good year. I want our headmistress to be happy, and I want all our teachers to be happy. We want them to love teaching here, and part of that comes from things like the Faculty Club performances. I do hope you will say yes." There's that hint of pleading again.
This is the reason she called me to her office? This is the matter pertaining to the Mockingbirds? It's not to tell me she knows I was assaulted, although she does. It's not to tell me the Mockingbirds need to cease and desist, as I'd thought. Instead, it's simply to invite us—the a cappella singing group we're not—to sing at the upcoming Faculty Club event in front of the teachers as they eat warm chocolate-chip cookies and drink hot cocoa and wax on about how wonderful it is to teach at Themis Academy? Oh, the perks! Aren't they great!
Call it positive reinforcement. Call it turning the other cheek. It amounts to the same thing: she knows what happened to me and she's dismissing it, wiping her hands clean. I'd like to say this makes me sad, or mad. But instead, I feel like it's business as usual at Themis Academy, where the record matters more than the reality and where the Mockingbirds are undoubtedly needed.
And if all she wants to see is one side of our story, if all she wants is the happy, chipper, cheery face of high school, then we'll give it to her.
"Ms. Merritt, it would be my pleasure to perform with my merry band of Mockingbirds before your Faculty Club," I say with a broad smile.
As she thanks me and says good-bye, I wonder whether she knows that we're not singers at all—that our true job is to police, protect, and prosecute other students. That we are the school's underground student-justice system.
I don't know which thought is more troubling: that the Mockingbirds are here in the first place to uphold the code of conduct because the school won't, or that she'd willingly let us exist to do just that.
"Can you sing?"
"Not to save my life," Martin says as he opens the door to his room and lets me in. "You?"
"Nope," I say.
"What's so funny about that?"
"Well, I have an excuse. I'm a science geek," he says. He's right. I even pilfered his favorite gray shirt with Science Rules in red letters to sleep in during the summer. It's well worn and reminds me of him. I wore it nearly every night, and still do. "But aren't you supposed to have every sort of musical talent known to humankind?"
I shake my head, because my musical talents stop cold when I step away from the bench. Despite being able to pick a note, any note, out of an aural lineup, my voice is an un-tamed instrument. "I am afraid my musical abilities are very specialized," I say, feeling momentary relief as I shift away from thoughts of Ms. Merritt.
"Specialized. That's such a PC way of putting it," he says, then turns the lock on the door. It clicks shut. He reaches for me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Decontaminate me, please. I was just in Ms. Merritt's office," I say, and Martin obliges by pressing his lips softly against my neck and his hands firmly against my hips.
I relax into the feeling of him, something I didn't get nearly enough of when school was out for the summer. I saw him yesterday when I returned to school, and last night, and this morning, but we're still making up for lost time.
As his lips make their way up my neck, I let his hair fall through my fingers, remembering the first time we kissed, the first time I wanted to touch his soft brown hair, and how I still love the way his hair feels on my hands. As I watch the strands fall gently through my fingers, he pulls me to him, my chest against his, his mouth nearing mine, closing the space between us. Then his lips are on mine and all I can think is, how did I go a whole summer with hardly any of this? This kissing, this closeness, this boy.
And that's how the next hour goes by in about ten seconds, it seems. When we finally come up for breath, tucking in shirts and adjusting shorts that didn't quite come all the way off, because we haven't gone all the way yet, I tell him everything about my meeting with the dean. I don't leave out a single detail. Martin cringes, cursing her as I repeat the words shared culpability.
"But the thing is, I still have moments when I think I could have done something different. Like I could have shouted louder or pushed him off me," I say, and then tuck my face into his shoulder.
I feel Martin's hand on my hair, his whisper in my ear. "It wasn't your fault. It'll never be your fault. It was one hundred percent his, and I don't care what Ms. Merritt or anyone says to the contrary."
I breathe him in, the familiarity of him, this boy I know, comforting me. "And this is how people see me now. As the girl who was ..." I stop because no matter how many months have passed, I feel like I've been marked with an R. "How do you see me? Is that all you see when you look at me?"
He laughs, but it's a reassuring one; he's not laughing at me. "It's the thing I never see. Because I see you, only you."
I can't help smiling, but inside I want to be where he is. I want to see me the way he does—without seeing what happened first. Sure, I can be all tough and how dare you say it was my fault? to Ms. Merritt, but she touched a nerve inside me that's still tender. Because as much as I don't have any lingering questions whatsoever, I know some students probably do, and the thought sickens me.
"And then I also see a totally hot piano player, because there is no way I can look at you and say pianist. Sorry, but too weird a word for a guy to say. And then I see this girl who still likes me and still listens to my science stories after six months. Which is pretty awesome. And I also see the head of the Mockingbirds, and then I remember, Oh crap, Alex is in charge of me. I'd better be a good helper Mockingbird."
Then it's my turn to laugh, only I am definitely laughing at him and the way he's making fun of himself, since he's on the board of the Mockingbirds too— which means he helps decide which cases we take on. He's been a Mockingbird since he was a sophomore, working his way up to membership on the board. He's in the Mockingbirds because he believes in them, because he wants to help others.
But I'm brand-spanking-new to the group. And I'm the leader for one and only one reason—because I was raped. I didn't earn the post by putting in my time. I didn't work my way up or campaign. It was handed to me because the leader is always someone who brought a case and won it. And while that night when Carter Hutchinson took my virginity while I was passed out was many months ago, the memory of it can all come roaring back in an instant.
After Carter was found guilty by the Mockingbirds, I was sure I'd survived the hardest part. But then I went home for the summer and found that being away from school made me think about that night even more. I no longer had the buffer of classes, the daily regimen of a schedule. It was summer, lazy time, just the piano and me, and in that empty space the memories started surging again, like the sound of a fire engine that starts one town over, then grows steadily nearer, until it's blaring in your ear.
I thought I had moved on from victim to survivor, but there I was feeling victimized all over again—this time by my mind, which betrayed me by replaying that night whenever it wanted, the memories turning on and off with a vengeance, like flashing neon lights. My sister, Casey, who's four years older, took me to a counselor, someone she found back home in New Haven. The counselor helped, told me it wasn't unusual for survivors—she always called me a survivor—to go through a period of time when the assault feels closer, fresher. It's like right before the wound can close, it has to be reopened one last time and flushed out.
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4.5 stars The Rivals is vastly different from The Mockingbirds, both in plot and tone, but it works. Alex isn’t retelling or reliving her story; she’s coming into her own and learning what it takes to head up a secret judicial system within a very well-to-do private school. And it’s a lot more complicated than she could ever have imagined. The thing I really loved about The Rivals, that Daisy Whitney did a phenomenal job conveying, was that these characters – Alex in particular – are so three dimensional and complicated. Alex is a great person who has a big heart, but she is still very capable of screwing up. She compromises her morals, she lies to the people she cares about, and she does things she shouldn’t; because that’s what real people do. In the end, she sees it as being right, even if her vision is a little skewed. The supporting cast of characters is as strong as ever too. Martin, Alex’s geeky boyfriend, is sweet and caring, and has a bit of a jealous streak. Alex’s musician friend Jones is the guy brining out Martin’s jealous side, and it’s understandable. Jones is a great guy too. Alex’s circle of friends keep her grounded, especially when the responsibility of the Mockingbirds gets to her. Having Alex go all gung-ho about a cheating scandal doesn’t seem all that interesting, but this cheating/drug ring is far more complicated that it sounds. There are plenty of red herrings, some betrayal, a lot of false claims, and a ton of sleuthing. The Themis administration truly stands out this time around as being utterly useless. The headmistress blatantly ignores all the issues at the school, so it’s necessary for an organization like The Mockingbirds to exist. Anyone who enjoyed The Mockingbirds is bound to fly through The Rivals. It’s different, but Daisy Whitney has created these lifelike characters that feel like friends. Alex faces more strife and struggle, not just from coping with what happened to her the year before, but also with a slowly deteriorating relationship with Martin and attempting to the toe the line with her role in the Mockingbirds. It makes for very good reading!
Didn't want it to end.
Good story and very inspiring
I loved The Mockingbirds and at the end of that book, I was excited to see where the sequel would lead since I really liked the characters, but I almost felt like the story was over. So, I had my worries that this installment would not live up to the first, that it would just be unneeded. I'm happy to report that my worries were completely unwarranted. The Rivals leads the reader down many false paths and scary revelations as the characters struggle to find themselves, protect others, and to ultimately do the right thing - they just have to figure out what that is first... In the first novel the characters were playing by the rules, fighting for justice. Now with the same motive in mind, it's time to break some of those rules. The ends justify the means, right? Right? What is different about this novel, in contrast to the first, is that there is more mystery and suspicion. In The Mockingbirds, the reader knows what went down (for the most part) at the beginning of the novel. In The Rivals, the reader is trying to figure out who is really at fault at the same time as the characters are. The case is there, but the details are not revealed on the first page. I really enjoyed that about this novel; how it was a continuation of the same characters and setting, but the way the story was told was different enough to be unique to itself (meaning separate from it's beginning). Not to completely cover everything I just said, but I also appreciated how there were linking themes throughout. Alex was hurt. She was tainted with something that would never leave her, and not to say that I liked her suffering, but I appreciated how it didn't just disappear once she became involved with the Mockingbirds (or a certain boy). She is still struggling to find herself, to separate good relationships from that terrible experience. To make matters worse, she has huge new responsibilities and she doesn't know where her responsibilities as Head of the Mockingbirds should end and her responsibilities as a friend, as a student, as herself should take over.Need I say it? (Yet I will... because this is how these types of things go...) Read it!
After reading The Mockingbirds, I was excited to pick up The Rivals. While The Mockingbirds could have ended where it did, I loved the characters and story, and I was a very happy reader with book two sitting next to me, especially with how different it proved to be from book one. (While I enjoyed book one, it would be boring to read the same formula in a different setting with a new case.) The Mockingbirds dealt with date rape. In book two, some students are using prescription drugs to cheat; plus, the Mockingbirds find rivals in another student group of vigilantes.While the story picks up where book one left off, book two is different in that there is more intrigue: there is a case, but we don't know who is at fault and must figure it out along with the characters, who show some amazing development once again. Alex struggles with leading the Mockingbirds. While the idea of a student vigilante group sounds amazing, it is hard to maintain. Alex doesn't have a clear set of moral guidelines to follow, and she doesn't know when to be a friend, a student, or the head of a student vigilante group.At the same time, Alex is still suffering from the same experiences that haunted her during book one, and her experiences prove an obstacle to forming new relationships. She and the other main characters' ethics are tested; they fail, they admit their mistakes, and they grow. I loved them the better for their human weaknesses. The culprits, on the other hand, are characters that you love to hate.While there is not as much action as book one, The Rivals also confronts ethical issues that makes us consider what we would do in the characters' situations, and it is a great followup to The Mockingbirds. Whether or not you've read book one, The Rivals is a book that I would definitely recommend; and if you haven't read book one already, I highly suggest you get your hands on a copy!
I basically love this series by Daisy Whitney. I liked the first book a lot, The Mockingbirds, but I think I liked The Rivals even better.We got to see a lot more of how the school and The Mockingbirds as a group functioned. One of my biggest issues in The Mockingbirds was that I didn't necessarily connect with Alex and her decision not to speak with her school about what happened to her. But in The Rivals, I got a much better sense of the deeper issues with in the school.The actual storyline in The Rivals was much more of a mystery to me as well. I only called it at one point, and then immediately decided I was wrong. I was basically blind-sided and I had a lot of fun figuring out the story.As for the characters, I definitely connected with Alex a lot more than in The Rivals. I also, surprisingly, really enjoyed the love triangle aspect that we get in this book.I definitely recommend The Rivals by Daisy Whitney for fans of the previous book, The Mockingbirds. I think it's such a fascinating concept and also sort of upsetting in how everything is handled by the adults, and I think it makes for a really interesting book. I can't wait for the next one!
I read Mockingbirds last year and thought it was a great book. I wasnt as enthusiastic about the sequel. The plot of the story, students being accused of cheating, is a good idea. I was excited to see the head of the Mockingbirds, Alex, return as a senior and take on a new case. However, the book was not as good as i had hoped. The trail was brief and biased. The book also ended kind of randomly which makes me wonder if there will be a third. I was also disappointed in Alexs character. She turned into a brat with her back talking teachers and snooping for evidence on the trail. She never fully resolved her relationship with Martin. My last complaint is that there was too much girl drama. Its okay to have protagonists and antagonists but unneccassary cat fights is a little bit too much in my opinion. Its up to you. It wasnt a bad book, it just wasnt my favorite.
While The Rivals stands on its own, first time readers of Whitney's YA novel - set again at an exclusive boarding school for elite kids who are just too damn smart and talented for their own good - may enjoy it more if they have read The Mockingbirds first. But if you are up for a mystery, try this one first. To recap, The Mockingbirds is about a student run justice league meant to protect victimized students and serve justice to those students who are guilty of inflicting crimes, when the school administration looks the other way. The first book tackled the all so real and heavy subject of date rape. In the sequel The Rivals, victim turned survivor/heroine Alex is back as the new leader of the justice group the Mockingbirds. Now the first third of the book moved nicely, with Alex investigating the 'victimless' crime of the use of ADHD drugs on campus. But whoa! Red herring, red herring, red herring...the story shifts in an unexpected way in the middle act, with the true mystery beginning to unravel as Alex continues to dig. Sometimes digging in ways that she regrets and even begins to question her authority. Of course while all this is going on, like the first novel, she seeks comfort in two men - boyfriend Martin, and good friend Jones, will we have another love triangle emerging as in the first book? My lips are sealed. Just when you think you know where the story is going, Whitney shifts directions again and throws the reader a surprise. Though the subject matter of the first book was more intense, this book seems darker than the first as the extent to which some privileged kids will go to hurt others is a reflection of what happens in schools all over regardless of socio economic levels. I think the subject matter once revealed will hit home with a lot of kids. And even Alex is not above the act of revenge. It provokes many questions, is Alex's actions different than the others? And how far will some people/kids go to get what they want? How far would you go?
I loved The Mockingbirds. I loved that it addresses the topic of date rape with class and respect without making the crime any less horrific. I wasn't sure what I would think of the sequel- how could the author top the emotional journey that takes place in The Mockingbirds? I was very pleasantly surprised that the next installment of Alex's journey was just as heartfelt and moving. Alex is still struggling with what happened to her last year plus she is dealing with the pressures of senior year and leading The Mockingbirds. Throw a boyfriend, a male friend who she's not sure how she feels about, a couple of bullies, an unsupportive school leader and her first big case with The Mockingbirds into the mix and you get a story that requires its main character to really figure out who she is, what she wants from life and where her loyalities lie. As with The Mockingbirds this book isn't always an easy read but the lessons learned are well worth the extra effort.