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About Stranger Things: Rebel Robin
Product Description Discover the backstory of new Stranger Things fan favorite Robin--the perfect read for anyone looking forward to devouring the fourth season on Netflix—now available as a paperback! High school is a monster, and it's eating everyone Robin knows. It's the beginning of sophomore year, and Robin's Odd Squad friends couple up, won't stop talking about college and their future careers, and are obsessed with trying to act "normal." Robin knows that game well--she's been pretending for years, hoping nobody would notice the sarcastic polyglot French horn player with a bad perm in the back of the room. But there's one aspect of her identity that she knows for sure doesn't fit in with her image--Robin likes girls. How is she supposed to be her true self in teeny-tiny Hawkins, Indiana? Robin is convinced the only way she can experience real life is by fleeing to Europe for the summer--aka Operation Croissant. But she has no money, no permission, and no one to share the adventure with--and it will take a heck of a lot more than that to escape Hawkins in one piece. Sprinkled with references to your favorite Stranger Things characters, this prequel chronicles one girl's realization that the only person she really needs to be accepted by is herself. About the Author A. R. Capetta [all pronouns] is an acclaimed author of YA genre fiction including The Lost Coast, The Brilliant Death, and the bestselling Once & Future series co-authored with Cory McCarthy. A. R. fell for Stranger Things after being mistaken for a season one Eleven cosplayer at New York Comic Con. You can find A. R. on Twitter @ARCapetta and Instagram @AR_Capetta. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One September 6, 1983 The first history class of the year hasn’t even started, and I know exactly how it’s going to unfold, minute by minute, period by period. I have the entire academic year pegged. At least, I swear I do, until Tammy Thompson walks in. Something about her is different. Maybe it’s her hair. It used to be pin-straight and red. Now it’s short, tousled, and redder. It could be her smile. In freshman year, she was semi-popular and at least semi-fine-with-it, but now we’re sophomores and she’s got a grin that says she’s determined to win friends and influence prom queen elections. (Not that we can go to prom as sophomores, unless an upperclassman invites us, an event so rare and special that people in this school talk about it like it’s a meteor sighting.) Maybe it’s the fact that when I see her, music infiltrates my brain. Soft, obnoxious music. Wait. My brain would never play Hall and Oates. I twist around in my seat and realize that Ned Wright is in the back of the room with a boombox perched on his shoulder. He’s turned it down so Miss Click—sitting at her desk, ignoring us like a pro, acting like we don’t exist until the bell rings—won’t confiscate it. When class starts, he’ll slide it under his desk and use it as a footrest. (He’s been doing this since eighth grade. He’s also a pro.) But for right now, Tammy Thompson is strolling across the room on a cloud of “Kiss on My List” and raspberry-scented . . . something. Lotion? Shampoo? Whatever it is, it reminds me of the scratch-and-sniff stickers I collected with a fervor back in middle school. She slides into a seat, and her friends greet her in high-pitched flutters. “Oh my gosh, your hair.” “How was the beach, Tam?” Tam? Maybe that’s the difference—she’s got a new nickname to go with her fresh haircut and enhanced smiling capabilities. “Tam,” I whisper, quietly enough that nobody can hear me under the how-was-your-summer uproar. Miss Click looks up. Ominously. One minute until class starts. If I was a run-of-the-mill nerd, like I’m pretending to be, I would have a stack of pristine, unsullied white notebook pages ready to go. I would have already done a few chapters of the reading to get a jump start. My pencils would all have perfect, identical, weapons-gr
