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Everything That Makes You by Moriah McStay


Interests/Topics: music, lacrosse, friendship, family, death, fate, destiny, injuries, deformities, identity

Curriculum Connections: English, Music

Gender: F/M

Age: 14+

Blurb: I was the prom queen in high school. I was also the head cheerleader, the captain of the softball team, and the class valedictorian. I got accepted, with scholarships, to every university I wanted, but ended up choosing Julliard so I could study ballet.

Okay, so those are all lies. My reality is far less exciting. I was an average student in high school, with an average number of friends, and an average amount of sporting ability. I got accepted into the local university and commuted the six miles each day for classes.

But what if I had been the prom queen or the class valedictorian? Would my life have been totally different? What if I had gone to Julliard? Would I be in New York instead of Toronto? Would I be living it up like Carrie Bradshaw?

Fiona Doyle, in Everything That Makes You, wonders how different her life would be if her face wasn’t scarred from a childhood accident. Would she have the confidence to sing the songs she composes? Would Trent McKinnon, her dream boyfriend, ask her out? Would she be good enough for her mother?

Meet Fi Doyle: Fi never had an accident, she’s a star lacrosse player, she’s best friends with Trent McKinnon, and she’s heading to Northwestern on a full scholarship.

Both Fiona and Fi have love, and both have hardships, so how do you weigh one life against the other?

Think carefully before making your next decision—your fate has a plan (or two).

Flavour: Their mother always focused on Fiona. ‘Sweetheart, please make a haircut appointment…it looks terrible.’ Anger, irritation, and—God, self-pity—surged through her like hot tar, filling up all her crevices. ‘Fits the rest of me then, right?’ she snapped….  ‘Fiona,’ her mom said. The stare-down went a few long seconds. Their golden-brown eyes would look identical, if it weren’t for the thick ridge of scars bordering Fiona’s right one…. Fiona stormed up the stairs and took her frustration out on her bedroom door.” (10)

“The way some of these people acted—Lucy, her mother—you’d think Fi was hopeless, when, in fact, she was THE BEST FEMALE HIGH SCHOOL LACROSSE PLAYER IN THE STATE. Why couldn’t they just shut up and be impressed?” (22)

“’Now that Fiona’s growth has leveled out, I think it’s time we consider a broader range of solutions,’ [said Dr. Connelly]. ‘You mean a skin graft?’ her dad asked. Dr. Connelly handed her parents a pamphlet before giving Fiona one, too…. Without even inspecting the brochure, Fiona knew this deep tissue transplant was the answer to her mother’s prayers. It offered the best promise—even if only a ‘reasonably exciting’ one—of making Fiona presentable.” (27-29)

“The ball rolled as Fi and an opposing defender charged for it. Their bodies collided less than a second after their sticks. There was a series of unpleasant snapping sounds, and for an instant, Fi felt giddy pleasure—I’ve finally broken someone’s stick! Both girls hit the ground. It wasn’t until the ref blew the whistle that she processed the pain. Grabbing her right ankle, Fi screamed obscenities she didn’t realize she knew…. She dragged her eyes away from her [blood-covered] hands, looked toward her foot, and saw bone.” (40)

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