The Lifeboat Clique
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Mean Girls meets Life of Pi in this darkly humorous, compulsively readable teen novel that’s perfect for fans of Libba Bray and Andrew Smith. A hilariously dark and twisted story that sparkles with a remarkably fresh voice, The Lifeboat Clique is Kathy Parks's irreverent yet insightful novel about how to survive in the most unthinkable circumstances.
Some people might say that Denver has a death wish. Why else would she dare to sneak into a Malibu beach party where she’d be surrounded by enemies?
Oh yeah. Croix. Denver never thought in a million years he’d ask her out, but who is she to question this miracle of fate?
Well, that isn’t the only surprise fate has in store.
During the party a tsunami hits the coast of California, and Denver and a handful of others escape death and are swept out to sea. Of course, one of her fellow castaways is none other than her ex-BFF, Abigail, who can barely stand the sight of her.
Trapped on a small boat with the most popular kids in school and waiting to be rescued, Denver wonders what might kill her first—dehydration, sunstroke, or the girl she used to think of as a sister?
around, I made out some other faces. Sienna. Hayley. Trevor Dunlap. Matt Riley, football star. And . . . my breath caught . . . Abigail, dazed and clinging on for dear life. I know I hated her, but in that moment I found myself strangely relieved that she was still among the living. Her hair was straggly and wet around her shoulders. Her base-coat makeup had washed off, but the stronger camouflage around her freckle zone remained, glowing ghostlike in the moonlight. We exchanged a look of
groaned collectively. “Now, girls,” she said with barely disguised contempt, “this will teach you balance and flexibility.” “And failure,” I added softly. Ms. Hanson clapped her hands together, a motion that caused her unharnessed breasts to jiggle briefly. “Let’s go, girls. Pick which one is going to do the handstand and which one’s going to help.” “You do the handstand,” Abigail told me. “I’ll grab your ankles.” “Like I said, I’m terrible at this.” “Just fake it.” “I hate gym class.”
It was a glorious day—the sky so blue; lean, hungry-looking clouds drifting by. Clouds that went to Spin class. “You know what’s even worse about gym class?” Abigail asked. “They don’t have soccer. How dumb is that?” “You like soccer?” “Hell, yeah,” she said. “And I’m great at it. I’m gonna be a soccer star like Mia Hamm. I practice every day out in my backyard.” I pictured her and her family living in a barn in the middle of Beverly Hills with cattle and horses roaming the property as
Mr. Shriek stared at us with his bulging black eyes. “FUUUUUUH!” he screamed. “FUUUUUH! FUUUUUH!” We couldn’t believe it. We let him escape this school where he was not free and where he didn’t belong, and he flew right back into his same miserable life. Abigail shook her head. “He’s not the brightest parrot in the world, that’s for sure.” I HAVE TO admit I was honored when Abigail chose me as her friend. It didn’t happen right away. It came after a couple more escapes from gym class—once when
other they no longer had to give. Though they themselves were parched and weakened, their silhouettes made something strong and whole and calm, like the ocean creatures that drifted beneath our boat. I thought again of Croix, the way I’d felt with him the brief time we were together. What would have happened had the wave not come? Would he have tried to win his bet? Or had I won him over? Had I been talking to the true Croix, the sensitive guy, the nice guy, the one who thought I was worth