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Sophie Flakes Out (#09 in Faithgirlz! Sophie Series)

Nancy Rue

Sophie Flakes Out (#09 in Faithgirlz! Sophie Series)

Nancy Rue

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Times get stressful when Sophie finds out that one of the Corn Flakes is being abused by her father.

Sophie just wants a little bit of privacy. Willoughby's got plenty of it - but she's hanging out with a fast new crowd. And when her dad finds out, his harsh punishment shocks Sophie and her friends. What should they do? Whose rules are right?
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About "Sophie Flakes Out (#09 in Faithgirlz! Sophie Series)"

Times get stressful when Sophie finds out that one of the Corn Flakes is being abused by her father.

Sophie just wants a little bit of privacy. Willoughby's got plenty of it - but she's hanging out with a fast new crowd. And when her dad finds out, his harsh punishment shocks Sophie and her friends. What should they do? Whose rules are right?
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Sophie knows she must do what is right . . . even if it means breaking the Flakes' code. The unwritten laws of middle school culture can be complicated and confining--and they sometimes conflict with the values parents want to instill. In Sophie Flakes Out, the Corn Flakes have to choose which set of rules to follow.
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www.zonderkidz.com Sophie Flakes Out Copyright copy; 2005 by Nancy Rue This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Requests for information should be addressed to: Zonderkidz, 5300 Patterson Ave. SE Grand Rapids, Michigan 49530 ISBN-10: 0-310-71024-3 ISBN-13: 978-0-310-71024-3 All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or any other-except for brief quotations in printed reviews, without the prior permission of the publisher. Zonderkidz is a trademark of Zondervan. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication application has been made. Published in association with the literary agency of Alive Communications, Inc., 7680 Goddard Street, Suite 200, Colorado Springs, CO 80920. Photography: Synergy Photographic/Brad Lampe Illustrations: Grace Chen Design & Illustration Art direction: Merit Alderink Interior design: Susan Ambs Printed in the United States of America 05 06 07 08 09/DCI/5 4 3 2 1 1 "Dad-dy!" "So-phie!" Sophie LaCroix closed her brown eyes behind her glasses so she wouldn't narrow them at her father or, worse, roll them at him. Daddy didn't like eye-rolling. "Look, Soph," Daddy said. "I can't break it down for you any further. The answer is no. End of discussion." Sophie wailed anyway, pipsqueak voice rising to the kitchen ceiling. "I'll be the only one in the whole entire school who doesn't get to see the movie." Daddy squinted at her as he shrugged into his black NASA jacket. He didn't like whining either. "I'm sure there are other parents who don't want their twelve-year-olds seeing a PG-13 movie about gangs." "It's a documentary!" Sophie said. "It's about real life." 8 Daddy's dark eyebrows shot up. "That makes it okay?" He picked up his laptop case and ran his other hand down the back of his spiky hair. "Drive-by shootings and foul language are not a part of your real life, and I'd like to keep it that way." "What do I tell Mrs. Clayton and Ms. Hess?" "Tell them I'll be calling your principal with a full explanation." When Sophie opened her mouth, Daddy closed it with a black look. He didn't like arguing more than he didn't like anything. He's calling Mr. Bentley? Sophie thought as she hoisted her backpack over her shoulder. That is the most humiliating thing I can think of. It was probably worse than humiliating. She'd have to ask her best friend Fiona Bunting, the walking dictionary, for a word to describe feeling like a kindergartner in a seventh-grade body. "Don't forget, it's your day to watch Zeke after school," Daddy said from the doorway. "Walk you to the bu
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In Sophie Flakes Out, Sophie loses some privacy, but that's the least of her worries. Times get stressful when Sophie finds out that one of the Corn Flakes is being abused by her father.'Excellent for Homeschool Use'
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Meet the Author

Nancy Rue

Nancy Rue has written over 100 books for girls, is the editor of the Faithgirlz Bible, and is a popular speaker and radio guest with her expertise in tween and teen issues. She and husband Jim have raised a daughter of their own and now live in Tennessee

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Excerpt from: Sophie Flakes Out (#09 in Faithgirlz! Sophie Series)

1 'Dad-dy!' 'So-phie!' Sophie LaCroix closed her brown eyes behind her glasses so she wouldn't narrow them at her father or, worse, roll them at him. Daddy didn't like eye-rolling. 'Look, Soph,' Daddy said. 'I can't break it down for you any further. The answer is no. End of discussion.' Sophie wailed anyway, pipsqueak voice rising to the kitchen ceiling. 'I'll be the only one in the whole entire school who doesn't get to see the movie.' Daddy squinted at her as he shrugged into his black NASA jacket. He didn't like whining either. 'I'm sure there are other parents who don't want their twelve-year-olds seeing a PG--13 movie about gangs.' 'It's a documentary!' Sophie said. 'It's about real life.' 8 Daddy's dark eyebrows shot up. 'That makes it okay?' He picked up his laptop case and ran his other hand down the back of his spiky hair. 'Drive-by shootings and foul language are not a part of your real life, and I'd like to keep it that way.' 'What do I tell Mrs. Clayton and Ms. Hess?' 'Tell them I'll be calling your principal with a full explanation.' When Sophie opened her mouth, Daddy closed it with a black look. He didn't like arguing more than he didn't like anything. He's calling Mr. Bentley? Sophie thought as she hoisted her backpack over her shoulder. That is the most humiliating thing I can think of. It was probably worse than humiliating. She'd have to ask her best friend Fiona Bunting, the walking dictionary, for a word to describe feeling like a kindergartner in a seventh-grade body. 'Don't forget, it's your day to watch Zeke after school,' Daddy said from the doorway. 'Walk you to the bus stop, Baby Girl?' How about NO! Sophie wanted to shriek. But she didn't even want to find out how much Daddy didn't like shrieking. As she trudged to the corner, Sophie felt as if she had a chain attached to her ankle, and for somebody as small twelve-year-old as she was, that was not a good thing. She could almost imagine it clanking on the sidewalk. But, then, she could imagine almost anything. But I don't have to imagine how heinous this situation is! she told herself. It wasn't just having to babysit her six-year-old brother while her mom, who was going to have LaCroix Kid Number Four in a few months, cooked dinner. Zeke wasn't even that bad since he'd figured out New Baby Girl wasn't going to wipe out life as he knew it. And it wasn't just that Daddy wouldn't let her go to the movie that everybody in the entire school was seeing that day---except her. It's just all of it, Sophie thought. 9 She climbed aboard the bus and slumped into her usual seat behind Harley and Gill, the two soccer-playing girls Sophie and her friends (the Corn Flakes) referred to as the Wheaties. 'Hi, you guys,' she said. But they only nodded at her vaguely. Their eyes were glued to the other side of the bus, a few rows back. 'Dude,' Gill said, her green eyes wide. 'Cell phones?' She shook her head so that two lanky tendrils of reddish hair fell out from under her wool billed cap. As usual, husky Harley just grunted. Sophie swiveled around to catch sight of two girls sitting on the reserved-for-eighth-graders-only side. The very blonde one with even blonder highlights had a phone pressed to her ear, and her striking blue eyes were dancing a reply to the person on the other end. She pulled her hair up in a handful and let it fall like a fountain of blondeness to her shoulders as she laughed. 'It's only eight o'clock in the morning,' Sophie whispered. 'Who could she be talking to?' 'Probably the girl next to her,' Gill said. The talker's seatmate was a slender girl with a wispy cut to her honey brown hair that made her look like a stylish elf. Her lips were moving, but she seemed to be chatting to nobody. 'Where's her phone?' Sophie said to Gill. 'In her ear,' Gill said. 'See the wire coming down?' Just then the girl glanced their way, and Gill and Harley turned in their seats like they were about to be shot. But although there was an unspoken rule that seventh graders didn't stare at eighth graders, just like they didn't even venture into the eighth-grade halls, Sophie couldn't pull her eyes from the girl's golden brown ones as she raised her teen-magazine eyebrows at Sophie. Even though they'd been riding the same bus for three months, it was the first time 10 she seemed to notice Sophie. Being seen by a girl who looked so together was like being under a spell. The girl spread out her palms as if to say, 'Well?' 'Sorry,' Sophie said. She shriveled back into her seventh-grade world. 'I can't believe they're taking cell phones to school,' Gill whispered over the back of the seat. 'I'll never even own one 'til I'm out of college or something,' Sophie whispered back. Even her fourteen-year-old sister, Lacie, didn't have one, and she was in high school. Sophie scooted closer to the bus window and gazed out through her glasses as Poquoson, Virginia, went by in a November mist. I'll never even get a phone in my room, she thought. My conversations with my friends might as well be on the six o'clock news. Not to mention the whole rest of her life. In less than an hour, everybody in her section at school would know that her parents didn't think she could handle a PG--13 movie. They're way overprotective, Sophie thought. And then she squirmed a little. Back in October, when Mama and Daddy had come to the school to stand up for her, she had liked them being her guardian angels. But this was way different, she decided. And way confusing. She ran her hand over the top of her very-short-but-shiny light brown hair like she always did when she was confused, and she closed her eyes. Time to imagine Jesus. And of course, there he was, with his kind eyes, waiting for her questions. Okay, so what is WITH Mama and Daddy lately? she murmured to him in her mind. The baby that hasn't even been born yet has more privacy than I do! Sophie opened her eyes and squirmed some more. It didn't feel exactly right to be complaining to Jesus about her parents. There was that whole 'honor your father and mother' thing to consider. She was still pondering it when she got to her locker. Most of the other Corn Flakes were waiting for her. That was the name they'd given themselves when the Corn Pops, the wickedly popular girls, had said they were 'flakes.' To the Corn Flakes, that meant they were free to be themselves and never put down other people the way the Corn Pops did. 'How come you weren't online last night?' Fiona tucked back the wayward strand of golden-brown hair that was always creeping over one magic-gray eye. 'I wanted to IM you. I tried emailing, but you didn't answer.' 'Guess,' Sophie said. She dropped her backpack and went after her combination lock. 'Lacie had another paper to write,' said Darbie O'Grady. She swept both sides of her reddish bob behind her ears. 'I bet you were up to ninety.' In Darbie's Irish slang, that meant Sophie was ready to explode. Sophie nodded and yanked her locker open. 'You're so lucky you're an only child, Darbie,' she said. 'You too, Mags.'

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  • Catalogue Code 242031
  • Product Code 0310710243
  • EAN 9780310710240
  • UPC 025986710248
  • Pages 128
  • Department Children / Young Adults
  • Category Confident Readers (Age 8-12)
  • Sub-Category Fiction
  • Publisher Zondervan
  • Publication Date Apr 2006
  • Dimensions 216 x 139 x 9 mm
  • Weight 0.127kg

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