Please welcome today's paranormal guest author Skyla Dawn Cameron. Skyla is the author of RIVER. Today she will be sharing a special guest post on the subject of High School bullying. We will also be having a giveaway, so keep reading!
School is Hell, Werewolf or Not
Making my novel River a YA book was not initially something that entered
my head; it came purely by necessity. A wolf being turned into a human
was bad enough, but an adult woman could basically just leave the human
world and find her way back to the forest. Not so for an underage girl,
who would have many more barriers in her way and fewer potential
resources. So keeping River among humans for the book meant making her a
teen, which, of course, meant the setting had to be high school.
I had two main points of concern about this.
One, that all of the cruelty I’d witnessed from kids take the forefront
of River’s high schooled experience. Most people consider high school
hell. For me, it was middle school.
There were changes in my home life, my mood disorder was changing shape
and morphing closer into what I live with today, I had a male teacher
who was highly inappropriate with me and other girls, and the other
kids...kids were horrible. The push for social dominance that I’d
glimpsed in elementary school grew more prominent and uglier in middle
school, and while a lot of individuals would find their niche in high
school, being different in grades seven and eight was a death sentence.
You couldn’t escape becoming a target, sometimes merely saying the wrong
thing, being in the wrong place, or doing absolutely nothing at all
might lead to violence.
Here’s a quick bit from River:
Jen went silent and still, and I couldn’t appreciate the reprieve
because the fine hairs rose on the back of my neck, a presence pushing
behind me. Jen stared wide-eyed over my shoulder and lips parted.
I looked behind me to find a crowd of six people swarming, the
girl in the lead drawing my attention right away. Long straight dark
hair and cold eyes locked on me, broader shoulders and more height than
her picture had suggested. Lindsay Sinclair...and she brought an
entourage. What a surprise. I hate teenagers.
The photo hadn’t given me the impression there was much to her. I
was wrong. Though she might have been a friend of Celeste’s, she wasn’t
dressed in the typical, trendy clothes the others wore. Jeans, a large
blue winter jacket probably concealing a weapon or two, solid running
shoes.
I might need to worry about this one.
I twisted in my seat to face her and leaned back casually,
clutched my 8B sketching pencil in case I had to stab her in the eye
with it.
She stared down at me calmly, the buzzing tension around the others waiting for a fight not seeming to faze her. “You River?”
Hmm, she needed verification of my identity. Evidently there were
several other tall, extremely pale girls with almost white hair at our
school. Funny, I never saw any of them. Maybe they were werewolves too.
“I asked you a fucking question,” she said. “Oh, I forgot: you’re a little slow, aren’t you?”
This was going to be fun. My body tensed, prepared to leap at her. “What?”
“I hear you’ve been bothering some friends of mine,” she said.
I waited, but she didn’t continue. Apparently she required
confirmation each time she spoke. Lindsay should’ve done her
research—she’d be standing there all day if she expected me to respond
to everything.
“Are you fucking deaf too?”
I spun the pencil between my fingers, gave the silence a few
beats longer just to annoy her. “Waiting for you to get to the point.”
Her gaze narrowed and her cocky half-smile fell. “I don’t like it when someone bothers my people. Get it?”
I got it, I just didn’t care.
Her foot lashed out, kicked into the leg of my chair. My seat
turned, screeched on the tile floor, and knocked into the table behind
me. Lindsay leaned forward, hands hitting the table on either side of
me, just a hair’s breadth away. Our eyes were level and she didn’t
blink. “If I ever hear about you pulling that shit again, I will slit
your fucking throat.”
A challenge. A challenge issued by someone who could actually be a
threat. The pencil in my hand creaked as I clenched my fist; heart
raced with glee at the prospect of a fight. My muscles tensed and
burned, ready to attack.
Instead I leaned closer, glared directly in her green eyes, and growled low enough only she could hear. “Try it.”
That happened to me. Eighth grade. Except it was outside during lunch
and the girl’s entourage was more like thirty or forty kids because they
thought a fight was incoming. Someone had told the girl I was spreading
rumours about a friend of her sister’s. I, of course, didn’t respond
with “try it.” I responded with “I have no idea what you’re talking
about but sure, I won’t do it again” while thinking oh god, I’ve never
been in a fight, what if it hurts.
Ultimately, thankfully, there was no fight. The next year, ninth grade,
the same girl was in my homeroom and was all smiles, friendly and
talkative, and I’m pretty sure she had no bloody idea who the hell I
was. (Which I found baffling.)
The second point of concern I had was to be careful to show the
hellishness of school when you’re thrust in with these people who are
still growing and changing and more often than not are horrible, all
while avoiding typical high school stereotypes you see in movies and on
TV.
Mostly because I don’t remember any of those.
Cheerleaders, right? Actually, I don’t know if we had those. I certainly
never saw any women wandering the school in cheerleader outfits. And
jocks, I mean, I think we might’ve had those, but I probably couldn’t
pick them out in a crowd. I don’t know who was “popular” and whether
they were any more horrible than everyone else (I’m guessing not). I
hung out with the guitar crowd for a few years and I’m not sure if they
counted as a stereotype or not.
And so it was with the novel River. The girls who are mean to her aren’t
cheerleaders but just normal bitchy girls. The people who befriend
River aren’t just dorks or outsiders, but kids from various groups who
simply are lacking something—a sense of place in a pack—she can provide.
None of the kids, even the bullies, can be boiled down to just one type
of person—they cross different social circles and they have different
motivations (whether to collectively pounce on The Person Who Is
Different or from insecurity driving them to establish a false sense of
dominance). I know I was picked on, and I picked on others. Sometimes I
stood up for kids being teased, other times I joined in the teasing. I
am not particularly proud of anything I did that was cruel to someone
else, but I think that’s probably more accurate for a lot of teen
experiences than a clear-cut case of Person A is a bully and Person B is
a victim every time. We can all be monsters given the right
circumstances.
A lot of the other secondary characters came from similar idea of
folding a lot of different aspects together, amalgamations of people I
knew and watched. Charlie, River’s foster brother in the book, is made
up of three or four different guys I knew in high school; the thing that
happens to him during the dance (no spoilers) is an actual thing that
happened to one of those guys (I heard the story second hand since I
didn’t go to prom because ugh, I was busy having an anti-prom).
River, in a lot of ways, reflected my experience of school and the
things I witnessed more than anything else, which I hope added a touch
of realism to a book where wolf in human skin has to attend tenth grade.
River (River Wolfe #1) by Skyla Dawn Cameron.
Defiant, nocturnal, moody, and short tempered. Though she sounds like a
typical teenager, River is anything but. She's a werewolf. River was
once the alpha female of a wolf pack, until one night when she was
attacked and bitten by a mysterious human. When she awoke, she found
herself completely alone, and changed into a young human girl. Three
years later, after being thrust into a world where she doesn't belong,
and living in foster care, River believes she'll never know who bit her
or why. Then one day in school, all that changes. Enter Daryl, who seems
to be a normal teenage boy, though River recognizes him for what he is:
the human that changed her. He holds the answers to all her questions,
but only offers vague responses. He seems to be a step ahead of her at
every turn, giving her only enough information to create even more
questions. Although they're playing his game, River is determined to
win. As if being stuck in a world she hates, with a life she never asked
for, and faced with a destiny she doesn't want wasn't bad enough, River
still must find a way to survive every human's greatest challenge: high
school.
Genre: Mature/Upper YA, Paranormal
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Thank you Skla for joining us here today at From the Shadows!
To learn more about Skyla Dawn Cameron and her books, please visit her website and don't miss
our Q+A with Skyla Dawn Cameron where we discuss her Demons of Oblivion series.
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