Some Girls Are: A Novel

Paperback | January 5, 2010

byCourtney Summers

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From Courtney Summers, the author of Cracked Up To Be, comes a dark new tale of high school rivalry in which vicious rumors and nasty tricks are the currency that buys you popularity or seals your fate at the bottom of the food chain.

Climbing to the top of the social ladder is hard--falling from it is even harder. Regina Afton used to be a member of the Fearsome Fivesome, an all-girl clique both feared and revered by the students at Hallowell High... until vicious rumors about her and her best friend's boyfriend start going around.

Now Regina's been "frozen out" and her ex-best friends are out for revenge. If Regina was guilty, it would be one thing, but the rumors are far from the terrifying truth and the bullying is getting more intense by the day. She takes solace in the company of Michael Hayden, a misfit with a tragic past who she herself used to bully. Friendship doesn't come easily for these onetime enemies, and as Regina works hard to make amends for her past, she realizes Michael could be more than just a friend... if threats from the Fearsome Foursome don't break them both first.

Tensions grow and the abuse worsens as the final days of senior year march toward an explosive conclusion.

"This story takes an unflinching look at the intricacies of high school relationships .... Fans of the film Mean Girlwill enjoy this tale of redemption and forgiveness." -School Library Journal

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From Courtney Summers, the author of Cracked Up To Be, comes a dark new tale of high school rivalry in which vicious rumors and nasty tricks are the currency that buys you popularity or seals your fate at the bottom of the food chain. Climbing to the top of the social ladder is hard--falling from it is even harder. Regina Afton used to...

Courtney Summers is the author of young adult novels including Fall for Anything and Cracked Up to Be. She lives and writes in Canada, where she divides her time between a piano, a camera, and a word-processing program when she's not planning for the impending zombie apocalypse.

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Format:PaperbackDimensions:256 pages, 8.18 × 5.5 × 0.76 inPublished:January 5, 2010Publisher:St. Martin's PressLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0312573804

ISBN - 13:9780312573805

Appropriate for ages: 13 - 17


Rated 5 out of 5 by from Some Girls Are I loved every word of this book. So nice seeing people stick up for them self against bullies! Diffently a must read
Date published: 2014-12-21
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Some Girls Are Really enjoyed reading this book. Regina is a very strong girl who can stand up to bullies like Anna. This book has drama and romance which makes it very interesting. Would sure revommend this book.
Date published: 2014-01-12
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Typical I enjoyed this book more than Courtney Summers' first novel, lots of disgusting stuff in there but ending was predictable. Overall I enjoyed this novel and I recommend it.
Date published: 2011-02-12
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Intense and Oh So Good! Why oh why did I not read this novel sooner? *smacks self in the forehead* I enjoyed Courtney Summer's novel Cracked Up To Be when I read it as a 2010 White Pine nominee, but after seeing Some Girls Are nominated for the 2011 White Pine Award... well, it gave me a push to get a move on! And wow... I'm so glad I didn't put it off any longer because as soon as I began reading, I was immediately pulled right into the story! Summer's has written an amazing contemporary novel filled with some of the meanest and most vicious girls that I have ever read in the YA genre. Forget a few moments of name-calling and pulling a girl's hair... the Fearsome Fivesome took things to a whole new level. It's a sad but true fact that you can probably walk into any school and find a bully, but I'm glad my own high school didn't have girls as terrible as them. You could tell from the start that someone was bound to get hurt and it only left me on edge to keep reading to see just what would happen next. With that in mind, I wanted to hate the main character Regina because she was a part of that group and took part in destroying some of her classmate's lives at school, but... I couldn't. She's tight with the 'in' crowd but then in one horrible moment, she finds herself a complete outsider and the latest target of her former so-called friends. So you would think I would be happy that Regina was going to get a taste of her own medicine, right? Well, no. Regina may have done horrible things but no one deserves to go through the awful things she does in the novel and it was with hope as I read that she would try to right some of the wrongs she had committed. Like any person, Regina certainly has her faults but I'm glad she took up the attitude of not going down without a fight... because if she didn't, who else would dare go up against those girls? The romance in this story provided a nice break from the cattiness, but even so, the relationship was tenuous and fragile... and I couldn't believe how good of a person Michael was to give Regina a chance because he had every right to hate her. It was just another aspect that left me on edge because I kept wondering if they would really find a way to work things out and attempt to forget the past. I'm so glad I didn't put off reading this book any longer because it was just so good! I won't be hesitating when December arrives and Summer's upcoming novel, Fall For Anything, is released. Some Girls Are was an intense read and I must definitely give credit to Courtney Summer's powerful, honest writing that tells things for exactly what they are. In real life, some girls are nice and some girls just really aren't. You can also check out the review at:
Date published: 2010-11-17
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The Ugly Truth I just finished reading Some Girls Are by Cortney Summers and all I can think of to say is its the ugly truth. The novel deals with a girl who's social high school life gets ruined because on one rumor.The sad part is that things like what happened to Regina is happening in our schools today. One lie or rumor is tearing apart girls lives all over the world. Its the ugly truth about high school.This novel shows us readers that even your best friend can turn against you and yor once called "BFF" and become your enemy in a second.Something like what happened between Regina and Anna is something all friends fear, this novel shows us how todays high school girls are tearing each other apart, for what ? revenge? going to the top of the social ladder ?making each other look bad ? its sad to say but this novel shows us what is happening to young women, future leaders of our community during there high school education. im no expert on this subject but I do speak from personal experience when saying it do happen ! best friends from the first day of school are getting tore apart by other girls and then th best friend turns on you.This dont happen to all girls in high school , but if you read this novel im prety sure you wouldent want to be in Regina's shoes, you wouldent want to help either.If you ead this novel you will get a glimpse of what some people go through every day and the cant speak up for themselves which is sad in todays society to have the freedom of speach an not being able to use it, your for-fathers fought for that right of speech, and not some girl who thinks she is better then you thnks she can take that away from you? i dont think so . If your an young adult just starting junior high and you read this book, its not ment to send you into hiding for the rest of your school experience, its to show you what some people go throughbecause of one lie . I personally think that eve though there is some language in this book, young women just starting the high school experience should read this book because we can all learn from it. It can teach you never to lie, never put others down , dont bully but most imortant of all it can show us to stand up for ourselves, if you think you cant handle the pressure of something like this TELL SOMBODY! nobody is going to fault you for saying " hey, you know what im sick of being treated like this, its time this stops " and if you think you can handle it , go for it , show confidence in your self , but just know when it seems all the world has turned against you, all you need is ONE person to help you through it, that person dont have to be pretty, or hot ,or popular or the smartest kid in the world. you just need one person.For you adults in the world who think "yeah this is fiction its not real" yes true it is a fiction story , but it is based on what is happening to girls of our society. Adluts reading this should know, this is happening in our schools today , it may not be as intense as in this novel but it is happening. you may think "she's in high school her self, what does she know?" well besides personal exprience, i see it happen everytime I walk down the hallway. it i think its disgusting how some people treat other even if i never had personla experience in this subject area, i would never NEVER think about hurting somebody like in this books based on looks or personality. I think it truley speaks on ones character if someone can even sleep at night knowing the hurt someboby in that sense. you may read this and think something completly diffrent, and thats ok . but hey im only in high school myself, what do I know ? what do I know ?
Date published: 2010-04-11
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A great read To be able to read this in 4 hours is really quite great for me. I was extremely impressed with how well written this book is. It is a story of cat and mouse that seems like it'll never end. And to many of us is a realistic potrait of what high school really is. I have never read something that came so close to the aweful revenge girls will go to for the most petty things. I loved this book and believe I will read it again and again. I recommend this book to anyone and everyone. Amazing!!
Date published: 2010-04-07
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Is Revenge Sweet? I was kind of iffy about reading this. It kind of had a "Gossip Girl" feel to it (but more cruel) mixed in with the movie "Mean Girls". I gave this book a try and was glad that I did. It' was something different from all the books out there (ie. vampires, angels...etc). It was about something real. Something that could happen to anyone and something that could been happening right now before our eyes. Basically this book is about a girl who was part of the popular crowd and due to rumors surrounding her and her best-friend's ex, she is frozen out from them and the rest of the school. She basically gets to feel how it is on the other side of the harassing and later befriends a boy whom, she has been cruel to before. After reading all the mean and unfair things that happen to her, you can't help but think back to when you were in high school and remember if such a thing ever happened to you or people that you've come across in the hallways. It makes you wonder what you would do if this happened to you. Would you cower and hide? Would you fight back? Would you get revenge? Even if you have never encountered such behavior, this novel is crafted in a way that takes you feel a part of these high school frivolity and pulls you into a place that makes you feel betrayed and angry but small and helpless against these so-called cliques, just as the main character does. If you are looking a for a quick, but fulfilling read., this book is perfect for you! Enjoy~♥
Date published: 2010-03-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fantastic! Courtney Summers did it again. This book is jam-packed with edge-of-your-seat cliffhangers, and a protagonist you grow to love love love. Let's get serious - I could not put this book down. I was absolutely dying to find out what happened, and normally I can walk away without a care in the world. But not where CS is concerned. Her work has me marveling in her awesome ability to capture attention...I cannot wait for the next book.
Date published: 2010-02-04

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beforeHallowell High:You’re either someone or you’re not.I was someone. I was Regina Afton. I was Anna Morrison’s best friend. These weren’t small things, and despite what you may think, at the time they were worth keeping my mouth shut for.fridayEveryone is wasted.Anna is wasted. Josh is wasted. Marta is wasted. Jeanette is wasted. Bruce is wasted. Donnie’s always wasted. I’m not wasted. I had my turn at the last party, called shotgun in Anna’s Benz after it was over. My head was out the window, the world was spinning. I puked my guts out. It wasn’t fun, but it’s not like there was anything else to do. To night, there’s even less to do than that. To night, I’m the designated driver.Boring."Okay, okay, just—" Josh fumbles into his pocket and pulls out a little baggie of capsules. He tips one, two, three, four into his palm while Charlie Simmons, a fat, cranky sophomore, waits impatiently. "I have to restock." He drops the pills into Charlie’s piggy hands. "That’s all I can give you right now, man."Charlie sniffs. Fitting: All that Adderall is going up his nose."How much?""Oh . . ." Josh’s eyes glaze over. "Forget about it. I like you, Chuck."Charlie grins. "Cool. Thanks.""Hey, Chuck, you’re paying," I say, grabbing his arm. Instant scowl. "Bring the money on Monday.""Bitch," he mutters.He stalks off. Payment secured. I only strong-arm Josh’s clientele when Josh gives his merchandise away, which is every time he gets this drunk."Jesus, Regina." He somehow manages to trip over his feet, even though he’s just standing there. He wraps an arm around me. "Show a little respect, huh?""Fuck Charlie Simmons."He laughs, and the ability to remain upright completely abandons him, forcing all his weight on me. I struggle to keep us standing, casting my gaze around the property for help. The lights are on, the music’s loud, and I spot a few people puking in the topiary, but none of them are my friends.Josh buries his head into my neck. "You look hot to night." His blond hair tickles my face, and I push him back. It’s too hot out to be this close. "I mentioned that, right?""Let’s go inside," I tell him.He laughs again, like Let’s go inside is code for something it’s not, but I guess he’s right: I guess I look hot to night. Anna loaned me a shirt and skirt, and everything she owns is nice. I want you to look really good for once, Regina. I’ve spent the last seven hours afraid someone’s going to vomit all over me, because I can’t afford to replace the labels I’m wearing.I help Josh up the path to his front door. He stops abruptly, opens his arms wide, and shouts, "Is everybody having a good time?"He’s met with scattered applause and cheers that barely make it over the music. He shakes his head ruefully, listing sideways. I wonder what would happen if I just let him fall this time, but he manages to regain his balance without my help."We’re graduating in like, eight months," he tells me very seriously. "I’m going to Yale. Who will supply these poor kids while I’m gone?"I roll my eyes and right him for the thousandth time, forcing him into the house, where it’s a different kind of party-chaos—quieter, but just as corrupt. Music filters in from outside, clashing with the music playing inside. Four seniors are toking up at the kitchen table. Drinking games. People making out in the living room. It’s boring—it always is—but it’s all there is. I just wish I was trashed enough to be able to pretend to enjoy it. I hate being designated driver. It was Kara’s turn this time, but she’s at home, sick."Are we going upstairs?" Josh asks when we reach the stairs. Before I can answer, he crumples onto the steps in a heap, too heavy for me to pick up. He rolls onto his back and blinks twice, struggling to focus. "Is this my bedroom?""Yes," I lie.I bend down and kiss his cheek.The smoke wafting in from the kitchen is giving me a headache, or maybe it’s the music—I don’t know. I lean against the wall and check my watch. It’s officially Too Late, but Anna says the designated driver doesn’t get to decide when the party is over; everyone else gets to decide when they’re over the party. And Anna—I lost her an hour ago. Her face was as red as her hair, and she was slobbering all over Donnie.I sigh.Jeanette lurches up from out of nowhere looking like a guarantied good time. Strung out. I can never tell when she’s over the party; the party’s usually all over her."I’m leaving," she declares. "With Henry.""Is Henry sober?""Yes, he is," Henry says in my ear, startling me. He grins and points to Josh, sprawled out on the stairs. "You can’t just leave him there."I ignore him and turn to her. "Where’s Marta?""Waiting in the car." She brushes her hair out of her eyes. "We’re dropping her off at her house, and then me and Henry are going back to his place.""Is Henry sober?""I’m right here," Henry says, annoyed. "And you already asked that.""Do you really want to go to his place?" I ask Jeanette. Another of my duties as designated driver. If I can’t prevent an undesirable drunken hookup, then why bother being here sober in the first place? Jeanette grins and nods."You know, I’m in the circle," Henry points out. "I get an automatic pass.""But you’re kind of an asshole," I tell him.He smirks and laces his fingers through Jeanette’s. They amble through the smoke. He glances back at me once. "Have fun babysitting, Afton."Josh on the stairs. Marta in the car. Henry taking her home. Henry taking Jeanette back to his place. I don’t care about Bruce, so that just leaves Anna and Donnie. I know they’re in the den. They always end up in the den if Josh and I don’t get there first. The den is off-limits.But we’re in the circle.I bypass the living-room festivities, open the door to the den, step inside, and close it behind me. The party noises fade and the room is dim, moonlight slivering in through the curtain drawn over the glass doors that lead to the backyard. I close my eyes briefly, inhaling slowly, letting the semiquiet of it all kill my headache.When I open my eyes, I spot Anna at one end of the room. She’s curled up on the couch, a picture of six shots of Jack chased with one Heineken too many. She drinks too much around Donnie, desperate to keep up with him, like the difference between him staying with her and leaving her is her blood-alcohol level."I need a girlfriend who can hold her liquor," he says.Maybe it is. Donnie’s lounging in the chair at the opposite end of the room, looking as half awake as he always does. No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to talk Anna out of him. He has a convertible.She’d kill me if I left her here like this, so I lean over her ear and say her name, loud and sharp: "Anna." She doesn’t move. I pull on her arm, tap her face, shake her. Nothing. I make my way over to the pitcher of water sitting on the end table beside Donnie."Help me get her to the car," I say.He stares at me. "Why? Where are you going?""Home.""What about me? I’m in no condition to get myself back to my place.""I don’t care what happens to you. I’m going home and I’m taking Anna with me." I grab the water and pour a glass, cross the room, and try to get her upright enough to take a sip, somehow. "Anna, come on . . ."She flops back on the couch. I rub my forehead—my headache’s returning—and make my way back to Donnie with the glass."Would you give me a hand?" He stares at me and then grabs my arm. The water sloshes onto the table. "Christ, Donnie."He keeps his hand on my arm, and I’m suddenly aware of how much skin Anna’s shirt isn’t covering, but I guess that’s the point."Why don’t you care what happens to me?"He sounds as pathetic as he looks."God, you’re drunk." I step back, but he keeps his hand on my arm. "Just crash here," I say. "I’m not driving you home." He digs his nails into my skin. I yank his hand off me. "Don’t.""Don’t," he repeats in a soft falsetto, and then he grabs my other arm before I can move, gripping them both so tightly, I know I’ll still feel his fingers tomorrow. He uses me to get to his feet, and then he’s on his feet and he’s close.Too close.I turned him down in the ninth grade. Anna likes to say we’ve been close to hate-fucking ever since, which is too gross for me to even contemplate. It’s a gunshot kind of thing for her to say—a warning. The way she says it, it’s like she can see it happening, and the way she says it lets me know I better not let it happen.As if I’d ever let Donnie get that close to me, anyway.Except now he’s that close to me, and I think he’s thinking the wrong things.He is. He presses his mouth against mine, mashing my lips against my teeth. The inevitability of every party: Someone will kiss you and you won’t want it. Except this is worse than that. Way, way worse. This is my best friend’s boyfriend, and my best friend is passed out on a couch eight feet away, and she will kill me for this, and I really, really don’t want it. I press my hands against his chest and push him back, trying to force stop out of my mouth and past his. He detaches himself and fumbles backward. I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand, trying to get the taste of him out. I need water. I need to spit. He grabs my arm. I try to jerk away, but he holds fast."You better not breathe a word about this to her—""Donnie, fuck off."He keeps tightening his grip until I can’t keep the pain off my face—it hurts—so I bring my foot down on his foot and watch that happen on his face. It bursts red and I’m free. I rush to the door, but before I can open it, he’s on me, crushing me into place from behind and breathing so hard in my ear, I can’t even hear the vague sounds of the music outside or in. What turns a moment into this—me against the door, him against me. He puts his hand on my shoulder and turns me around roughly, and I’m afraid.I’ve never been afraid of Donnie Henderson before.He forces another kiss on me, lips working overtime, trying to get something out of mine. I grab a fistful of his hair and pull. He shoves me, but I stumble past him. The brief space I put between us makes me think it’ll be okay, that this is as out of hand as it gets, but it’s too close or it’s not close enough and he lunges for me and we both go down.We’re on the floor.He pushes me into the carpet. I glimpse Anna, tangled red hair, eyes closed. Anna, wake up. What turns a moment into this—he’s on top of me, panting, and my face is smashed against the rug. I focus on the strands of hair laid gently across Anna’s face.This isn’t happening.But he turns me over and slides his hand up my skirt, and this is really really really really happening."No—"I reach out and grip one of the table legs. His hand up my skirt. One hand up my skirt. Touching me. And the other clumsily feeling every part of me it can. His mouth on my neck. I yank the leg. The table tips and the pitcher rolls off, vomiting water all over us. Wet. Hands all over me.I grab the pitcher and bring it up and then down on him. It’s hardly a hit, but he feels it. I raise it up again and he dodges me and I’m crawling away. Last shot, Regina. Get out. I grab the chair and pull myself to my feet while he tries to stand, but the last of his coordination is gone on his hand up my skirt. Anna’s skirt."Anna!" I turn to her. "Anna, help!"But she just lays there, and Donnie’s blocking my path to the door, swearing, trying to stand, and my heart is trying to race me out of this room before that happens. I stumble over to the sliding glass door and yank it open. I step outside, into the heat, into the party, the last of the party, but the music is as loud as it was at the start of the night.I need to tell someone, but everyone is wasted.I walk fast. I walk forever, blind, numb. I wrap my arms around myself. I need to tell someone. I lick my lips and taste salt: I’m crying. How long have I been—Kara.I’m standing in front of Kara’s house. My feet walked me here. Kara. Kara is someone. The walk to her door sets off the motion sensor, soaking me in artificial too-bright light. I knock and wait, fighting the urge to throw up. I wipe my eyes and pull at Anna’s skirt. It’s torn.A minute later, the door opens. Kara’s there, a fevered doll with blond curls hanging in front of her flushed face. She crinkles her snotty nose."Jesus, Regina. What part of ‘designated driver’ don’t you understand?"The contempt in her voice almost tricks me into feeling normal. For a second. And then she looks closer and I remember the skirt—Anna’s skirt—and his hand up Anna’s skirt. And I’m still crying."What happened to you?" she asks.A million words fight their way up my throat, all lobbying to be first out of my mouth. They pile up, stuck. Only one manages its way out: "Help."She lets me inside, and the rest of the words come, falling from my lips, a stupid, stuttering truth. By the time I collapse in a chair at the kitchen table, she knows what he did to me. And then it gets really quiet while I wait for her to tell me what to do.I need someone to tell me what to do.Anna always tells me what to do."God," Kara murmurs, pressing her fingers against the angry spots on my arm where he grabbed me. The skin is tender and marked, but by Monday it will be splotchy purples, browns, and yellows."The police?" I ask. My voice cracks. "Do you think? Do I go to the police?"Kara stares at me, and then she stands and goes into the fridge and gets a bottle of water. I can’t read her expression."You really want to put yourself through that?""I could put Donnie through that." I rub my forehead. But I don’t really want to go through that. I don’t want to talk to the police about his hand up my skirt. And then—my parents. It’s not like you can do that and not tell your parents, and I don’t want them to know. I don’t want them to think of me on the floor, with Donnie’s hands there. Kara sets the water in front of me. "Maybe Anna—""You’re going to tell Anna?""She has to know—" I swallow. "That’s her boyfriend. She won’t let him get away with it." She’ll take care of him. Me. She takes care of everything."If she believes you."I open my mouth and nothing comes out. If she believes you. I should’ve known Kara would do this. There’s a reason we hate each other. If she believes you."Look, I believe you," Kara says, reading my mind. "I know you hate Donnie, and I can see him doing something like this, but . . . Anna’s always thought . . ."You’re like, this close to hate-fucking.I pick at the hem of Anna’s skirt. The jagged rip in it finally hits me. She’ll kill me. She will kill me for ruining her skirt. "Shit." I stand and try to force the ragged sides together, like that’s how you fix these things. "I need to—I told her I’d be careful—""Regina—""I told Anna I wouldn’t—""Regina." She snaps her fingers twice. I let the skirt go and sink back into the chair. I need to get it together. Kara stares at me, concerned. I never thought I’d live a moment that could exist outside our hate for each other. I could go my whole life without one. But this feels . . . safe."What do you—so what do I do, Kara? What . . . ?"She sits across from me, quiet, for a long time. My stomach knots itself up while I wait for her to speak. If I have to live with this, I don’t want it to be hard."Donnie’s not going to tell Anna," she finally says. "And Anna’s not going to believe Donnie would do that to you. She’d think you were screwing around behind her back. It’s not fair, but that’s Anna."My best friend."I mean . . ." She taps her fingers along the table. "He was really wasted, right? It’s not like he does that all the time. . . ." I don’t say anything. "And I feel really bad for you, Regina . . . but there are some things worth keeping your mouth shut for."Excerpted from Some Girls Are by Courtney Summers.Copyright © 2009 by Courtney Summers.Published in January 2010 by St. Martin's Griffin.All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

Editorial Reviews

"Powerful and compelling." -Kirkus Reviews"Regina's every emotion is palpable, and it's impossible not to feel every punch-physical or emotional-she takes." - Publishers Weekly (Starred Review)"Summers knows her way around bad girls.... a true page-turner." -RT Book Reviews"This story takes an unflinching look at the intricacies of high school relationships .... Fans of the film Mean Girlwill enjoy this tale of redemption and forgiveness." -School Library Journal