Snitch. Edyth Bulbring

High Schools are jungles. And there are rules for surviving. All teenagers need to know these rules. They’re pretty simple: never let your mom drive you to school in her dressing-gown. Never let her comment on your Facebook page. Never let her choose your clothes. Especially not your underwear. Common sense, right? Thirteen-year-old Ben Smith, flying under the radar at St David’s, a rugby-worshipping school, knew all the rules. His mom knew them, too. That’s why he trusted her to be cool. But then Ben broke the most important rule of all: never tell your mom stuff. First he spilled the beans, then she did. And all hell broke loose. Ben wasn’t Ben, Benno, Ben-dude anymore. He was the rat, the weasel, the sneak. He was Snitch.