Also Known as Rowan Pohi

Also Known as Rowan Pohi

Ralph Fletcher

Language: English

Pages: 208

ISBN: 0547572085

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Will the real Rowan Pohi please stand?

To dispel boredom while waiting for tenth grade to begin, Bobby and his friends create an imaginary kid named Rowan Pohi (that’s IHOP backwards) and apply to the prestigious Whitestone Prep in Rowan’s name. When, surprisingly, Rowan’s application is accepted, Bobby impulsively reinvents himself as Rowan and embarks on an edgy life of deception in the rarefied world of Whitestone. Told with Ralph Fletcher’s trademark blend of humor and depth, the story of Rowan’s rise and fall is a funny, poignant, and suspenseful riff on the adolescent search for identity.













he'd invited me to his birthday party but I'd forgotten to tell him if I could come. In school he'd asked the same question—So?—in the same tone and with the same expression as he did now. I felt something give way inside me. "I was coming back from school." Marcus smelled a rat. "School doesn't start till Wednesday. What school?" Softly, I uttered the name: "Whitestone." Poobs's eyebrows jumped a foot. "What were you doing there?" "Today was new-student day." Marcus smiled. "Oh. You going

lingered on that word steal. Now he leaned forward and brought his face close to mine. "I've seen you before, Rowan Pohi." Something kicked in my gut. "I doubt it." "Oh, but I have." Seth gave me an unpleasant smile. "And you better be careful. Consider this my first warning." He snatched another fry off the plate. I jumped up. "You touch my food again, I'll shove my fist up your nose." Wiggling his fingers in mock dread, Seth strolled away, with Brogan close behind. EIGHTEEN I GOT A

"It's a lot more than that." "Anyway, who cares?" I smiled. "I don't mind. Being ordinary, I mean." "I hate to break it to you, but you're not ordinary." She sounded testy. "You're a bit of a babe." I tried not to blush. "I am not!" "Oh yes you are. And don't try to act surprised. Good-looking people know they're good-looking. Always." "I think you're good-looking," I said, hoping that didn't sound too lame or tacked-on. "No, I'm not. I've got a way-too-big forehead. Not to mention my

be for Aunt Millie. To help her out." I stared at him. "Let me get this straight. If I pay you ten bucks a week you'll forget all about Bobby Steele, huh? Do I really look that stupid?" Now it was Seth's turn to smile. "That's not stupid. That's smart. That's what I call a win-win situation. A win for you and a win for, uh, Aunt Millie." "Ten bucks a week is forty bucks a month," I pointed out. "That's four hundred eighty bucks a year." "Bobby Steele is a math genius," Seth told Brogan.

believe it myself. "I almost didn't recognize you without your school uniform," I teased. "I—" She shut me up with a kiss. "Glad we got that out of the way," she murmured. "I had a dream about kissing you in the planetarium." We were both speaking in low voices, just above a whisper. "Yeah? Was it as good as this?" We kissed again. I was aware of a dozen sensations: the silky water, her warm mouth, her arms crossing my spine and pulling me tight against her. "Almost," I said. "Almost

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