Grade A Stupid: Book 1 of the Darcy Walker Series

By A. J. Lape

AN AMAZON number one BESTSELLER IN youth MYSTERIES & THRILLERS SPIES AND DETECTIVE STORIES!

Fifteen years in the past, Darcy Walker's mom and dad inspiration it used to be a good suggestion to offer her a special identify: Darcy, that means "dark walker." even if that was once a stroke of genius or stroke of silly, they certainly nailed the irony. She lacks course, her grades stink regardless of a excessive IQ, she's boringly average--although flirting admirers declare otherwise--and God support her, she's infatuated with a bad-boy.

A bad-boy that her hottie ally, Dylan, needs could get accustomed to his fist.

And, oh yeah, there is that tattoo that was once a royally silly idea.

With her lifestyles spiraling uncontrolled, every thing alterations while she skips classification and reveals a useless body...in truth, it will get worse. It leap starts off Darcy's inner-verb, and her mind hardwired for motion will get stuck up in a state of affairs she cannot allow go.

Set within the fictional Cincinnati city of Valley, Ohio, Darcy falls right into a international of threats, violence, and gangland exploits chasing down each clue to finger the assassin. while a fellow misfit is arrested for the crime, Darcy is going from zero-to-sixty attempting to transparent his name--constructing aliases, breaking the legislation, every thing that makes excellent feel to her yet reeks of Grade A silly to every body else.

Trouble is...will she dwell to work out 16?

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Rummaging round in my pocket, I pulled out 5 jellybeans left over from God-knows-when and plopped them one after the other in my mouth. the fellow with Jinx was once white, a bit taller and donning a black baseball cap with the invoice became backwards. Like Jinx, his rear finish used to be striking out of his denims with pink and black boxer shorts peeking out over a belt cinched into his thighs—I don’t get it. i actually don’t recognize why a few men imagine we wish to see their undies. In a white t-shirt, he was once additionally wearing that purple bandana in his left pocket. dual dressers, and wasn’t that simply bizarre for men to do. there have been a number of deep puddles of rain, and the wind left them babbling. I couldn’t make out their phrases over the noise, yet they have been conversing animatedly, their fingers relocating nearly swifter than their mouths. As I inched my manner nearer, they either grew to become and appeared contained in the dumpster back, Jinx then scratched his neck, no-name boy knotted up whatever else, and Jinx’s shoulders fell like they have been wearing a two-ton weight. Then their dialog was once over. They did a few kind of knuckle bump then no-name boy held his correct hand out from his middle, exhibiting 5 arms then relocating to 1, acting the ritual two times. What the heck??? I batted round a few rules of what that may mean—his palms have been cramped, he’d simply left desktop classification, perhaps he used to be simply weird—but while Jinx repeated the gesture, it dawned on me it used to be a few type of sign. You don’t say… I couldn’t comprise the thrill. I jumped up yet cracked my head at the Forerunner’s aspect replicate and approximately kissed the pavement. I tended to be a klutz. Irony was once, i may play activities higher than any man that used to be first-string. i may sink extra loose throws and get at the base at any time when, yet there have been days I had hassle crossing the ground. it appears, the universe notion contradictions like that have been humorous. whilst i ultimately got here to myself, it used to be as though Jinx and no-name boy had vaporized into nothingness. immediately panicked, I bent down checking for ft, yet bought not anything yet a bad scent the wind carried over. I fought a gag. The scent used to be so stinky it jogged my memory of rotting meat. opposed to my greater judgment, i discovered myself crossing the road, following the scent rolling out of the brown, rusty dumpster love it used to be being propelled by way of a fan. The nearer I acquired, despite the fact that, the extra I needed to speak myself out of vomiting. A small three-inch hole used to be among the corners at the correct aspect, and prefer the fool that i'm I nonetheless peered inside of. Oh. My. solid. God. I needed to blink a couple of times ahead of it registered. there has been a hand... or fingers... indifferent from a physique, you choose. I cupped my fingers round my eyes, attempting to drown out my outer edge to get the easiest glance inside of. All i may make out have been bloody fingernails and the initials AVO tattooed at the index via ring hands. stable God in Heaven, i may die at the present time and say I’ve noticeable all of it. used to be this individual alive? useless? unwell, maimed, injured? I felt the blood depart my head and rush directly to my toes. Don’t get ill, Darcy, I informed myself.

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