I'm the new kid. I am tuf. This morning I beat up a kid.
It's only the first day of school for Dexter, but he's already mad at the principal, and the secretary, and the janitor, and the kids who laugh at him. When his teacher tells the class to write a story, Dexter writes about how tough he is and how he's already gotten into a fight. Is any of Dexter's story true? Why was the other boy crying before Dexter hit him? And why would the other boy still want to be Dexter's friend?
Even Dexter doesn't know the answers to some of those questions. But as he deals with family problems, a persistent teacher, and a boy who's strangely interested in floor wax, he discovers many surprises hidden in his own tale.
About the Author
Margaret Peterson Haddix is the author of many critically and popularly acclaimed YA and middle grade novels, including The Missing series and the Shadow Children series. A graduate of Miami University (of Ohio), she worked for several years as a reporter for The Indianapolis News. She also taught at the Danville (Illinois) Area Community College. She lives with her family in Columbus, Ohio. Visit her at HaddixBooks.com.
Mark Elliott has a BFA in illustration from the School of Visual Arts. He has illustrated a number of book covers, and his work has been exhibited at the Society of Illustrators and the Art Directors Guild. Mark lives on a sheep farm in the Hudson Valley region of New York.
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Dexter the Tough
By Margaret Peterson Haddix
Simon & Schuster Children's PublishingCopyright © 2007 Margaret Peterson Haddix
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Dexter hated his new school already.
It was only his first day -- barely his first hour. So far Dexter had decided that he hated the principal, the school secretary, and the janitor. He hadn't even met the janitor yet, but he hated him anyway. The janitor had made the floor so shiny and slick that Dexter slipped on it, falling right in front of a bunch of other kids.
Dexter hated those kids, too. They laughed at him.
Now he was standing in front of his new fourth-grade class, a sea of staring eyes.
"Dexter moved here from Cincinnati," his new teacher said. "Dexter, would you like to tell us a little about yourself?"
"No," Dexter said.
The smile on his teacher's face didn't shrink at all.
"Well, that's quite all right, Dexter," she said in a fake, cheerful voice. "I know it can be kind of scary being new."
Dexter wanted to say, Oh, no, I'm not scared. Not me. But the teacher was already showing him to his desk. Her too-wide smile stretched back almost to her ears.
"It's so wonderful that you've joined us today, Dexter, because we're starting on the most exciting writing project," she said as Dexter slipped into his seat.
She was wearing huge star earrings that seemed to twinkle at the class. He could tell already: She was going to be oneof those sparkly, enthusiastic teachers.
He hated that kind of teacher.
"Don't you all want to hear what the project is?" the teacher asked.
"Yes, Ms. Abbott," the whole class except Dexter chorused together.
Disgusting. The other kids were going to be as sparkly and enthusiastic as the teacher.
"Great!" the teacher said. "We're going to be working on the same piece of writing every day for a month! We're going to pretend we're all professional writers, and that's how they work. They don't just write something and say, 'Hurray! I'm done! Isn't this wonderful?' They write a story and then they go back and rewrite it, and revise it, and make it as good as possible. Some writers may rewrite the same story dozens of times! What do you think of that?"
Dexter thought that professional writers must be pretty stupid. He wondered if he should add professional writers to the list of people he hated.
"We'll start out today just writing the first draft," the teacher said, still all twinkly and cheerful. "Get out a piece of paper and tell me a story. It can be a true story or it can be made up. But" -- her eyes seemed to rest on Dexter for a moment -- "I'd really like it if you could tell me a story that lets me know more about who you are!"
All the other kids started writing right away. Dexter sat frozen at his desk.
"Dexter?" the teacher said. "Don't you have pencil and paper?"
Staring down at his empty desktop, Dexter shook his head. No. He didn't have anything he needed.
"That's okay," the teacher said, slipping a pencil into his hand and sliding paper onto his desk. "I'll send a note home with you tonight to let your parents know what school supplies to buy."
Dexter clutched the pencil so hard he was surprised it didn't snap in two.
"It's my grandmother," he blurted.
"Excuse me?" the teacher said, and for the first time, she didn't look sparkly or twinkly. She looked confused.
"You have to send the note to my grandmother, not my parents," Dexter said, the words coming out in a rush. "I live with her now."
"All right," the teacher said. "No problem. Let's get started writing, okay?"
Maybe it was no problem for her, but now there was a huge lump in Dexter's throat, which made it hard for him to swallow. It kind of made it hard for him to breathe. He stared down at the blank sheet of paper on his desk. Every other kid in the class was writing like crazy. He could hear the pencils racing. He saw one girl already flipping over her sheet of paper, to start on her second page. Dexter couldn't even remember exactly what he was supposed to be writing. Something about letting the teacher know who he was. Fine. He could do that.
He gripped the pencil and printed:
I'm the new kid. I am tuf.
He put the pencil down.
"Some of you who finish early might want to start your revision process now," the teacher said from the front of the room. "Add details, descriptions, examples!"
Dexter picked up his pencil again. His hand shook a little as he wrote:
This morning I beat up a kid.
It was kind of scary seeing those words in black and white. He stared down at his paper, and the words seemed to stare back at him. He put his hands over the paper so all he could see was one sentence: "I am tuf."
I am, he told himself. I am. So there.
"All right, everyone," the teacher said. "Make sure your names are on your papers and hand them in. Even if you aren't done, Marleeza."
A girl in the front, who'd started waving one hand in the air, abruptly put her arm back down.
Someone behind Dexter poked him in the shoulder and handed him a stack of papers. Dexter stuffed his own paper in the middle of the stack, so no one would see it. Then he handed the whole stack to the kid in front of him.
Dexter's stomach churned as he watched the teacher's hands gather all the papers together. Her long fingers smoothed the ragged edges, making the pile neat.
"I'm so excited to start reading these!" the teacher said. "It's almost time for recess anyhow. I'll let you go a few minutes early, to reward you for all your hard work. And when you return, we'll begin workshopping!"
Why did I write that? Dexter wondered. Why?
His hands itched to grab his paper back before the teacher saw it. But how could he do that? What would he tell her?
The paper was lost to him now. The teacher was holding all the papers too tightly.
He squared his shoulders. He tried to ignore the sick twisting in his stomach.
Who cares? he told himself.
He walked out of the room behind the other kids. He didn't let himself look back.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Dexter the tough tells a sweet and sometimes heartbreaking story of a young 4th grader who is forced to move away from his home and friends to move in with his grandma while his mom and dad are on the other side of the country to treat his father's progressive cancer. Dexter has the normal problems of the first day at a new school and has an interesting way of starting his day (readers will realize the title in the first chapter). His first assignment from his teacher is to write a story about himself- an assignment that he struggles with through the entire book. In the end, Dexter becomes friends with an unlikely match and realizes some of lifes hardest lessons. This story is a great way to teach friendship, respect, and life values.
Dexter's first day at his new school was not a good day he was already mad at the principal,the secretary,and the janitorI loved this book but try to think about this What makes a bully? Will dexter become friends with the kid that he beat up?
This book is a great, quick read to understand why some students bully other students. It would be easy for students to understand and it will also help me work with students who are considered "a bully."Strengths: Great detail describing how the main character felt and the thoughts he was having throughout the story.Weaknesses: The author could have done a better job describing his old home setting and his new setting.
He's mean, he's tough, he's in fourth grade, and he has a writing assignment. He's new to the school, and his first day is the worst ever, and then he beat up a kid. Will he be able to make friends? Will his parents ever come back?
dexter is having hard times.His dad is sick and he moved.My favorite part is when they meet at the park.
What is between a cars and a house?
Dexter the Tough is a very sad and up tempo book. It keeps you on your feet to find out what happens next.
It honestly looks like a good book but a havnt read so...
Thid book is good
Shuld i read
THE BOOK IS TERRIBLE! THE KID LOOKS DUMB AND A NON INTERESTING STORY