2013, ISBN: 1492927279

[EAN: 9781492927273], Neubuch, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, United States], Language: English. Brand new Book. This is Book No. 5 entitled "Girl's Revenge" in the 6 p… Plus…

[EAN: 9781492927273], Neubuch, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, United States], Language: English. Brand new Book. This is Book No. 5 entitled "Girl's Revenge" in the 6 part series "My Years In Middle School". Follow the adventures of Nancy Jane and her two best friends Helen Schunter and Karen Stamm as they experience school, boys, bullying, getting even, dealing with Nancy Janes' nemesis Lois Talker and more. Other titles in this series include: * Book #1 - The Summer Before* Book #2 - Is This Love?* Book #3 - Scanner In My Neighborhood* Book #4 - Summertime Memories* Book #6 - Lookout High School, Here We Come! Following is an excerpt from Book #5 "Girl's Revenge". "NANCY JANE! TIME TO GET UP! TODAY'S THE FIRST DAY OF YOUR EIGHTH GRADE!" came my Mom's loud, sharp voice (for 6:45am) down the long hallway of our house. As the cob webs were slowly clearing from my head, my thoughts turned to, "Hummmmm, first day of Eighth Grade? Hummmmm, where did my summer go? It seemed like only last week I was cruising around Lake Chester with Helen and Karen. OH YEAH, that was last week and I remember. Helen almost KILLED ALL OF US when she drove our rental boat onto the road in front of the Talker's!" "NANCY JANE! I'M MAKING YOUR FAVORITE! COME ON, GET UP!" my Mom yelled once more from the kitchen. Sweet smells had been drifting down our long hallway and into my bedroom for the last few minutes. I knew before my Mom made the announcement a moment ago that she was busily preparing banana pancakes and scrambled eggs for me. My Mom is the best! I could even smell the fresh strawberries and whip cream that was waiting on the table to go on top of my banana pancakes. I'm not sure how I could smell the whip cream. I sure thought I could though! As I slipped out of my bed and my feet hit the floor my mind flashed back to my two previous years at the Hicston Middle School. I remembered how two years ago, almost to the exact day, I was so concerned about what I would wear to my first day in the Sixth Grade. I had spent an extra twenty minutes picking out exactly the right outfit. only to be sent back to my room to change into the standard white top, dark skirt school uniform. And then my thoughts wandered to the boys from my class. I don't know why my class only had four boys in it. The classes ahead of mine and behind mine had lots of boys. Their ratio of girls to boys was like three girls to every two boys. They had it made! Why did we only have Asslin, Brandon, Tony, and Gordon in our class? I remember when Asslin was my boyfriend and then when Gordon Onawello transferred to our school Gordon kind of became my new boyfriend. Asslin didn't like that very much. not very much at all, actually Asslin hardly said two words to me my entire Seventh Grade school year. I wonder if this year will be different? "NANCY JANE! WHERE ARE YOU!" my Mom's voice now with a hint of anguish in it came rumbling down the long hallway once again. Fortunately I had already slipped into my school uniform that I had laid out on the chair in the corner of my bedroom the night before. "I'M RIGHT HERE MOM!" I shouted as I burst through my bedroom doorway, jetted into the hallway, and raced towards the kitchen. "I'm right here Mom!" ******** As was our tradition my Mom drove me to my first day of the new school year. I was getting older you know. After all I was thirteen years old now. As we neared the school I said to my Mom, "Mom you can stop your mini-van over there." I was pointing to a vacant spot along the street curb suitable for her Mom's mini-van, the trusted people hauler, the reliable toilet paper adventure (teepee!) get-away vehicle; the green toad. the spot was suitable for my Mom to park in. "WHAT!" my Mom said in surprise. "Why don't I just take you right up to the front of the school?" "No Mom!" I replied. "I don't want anybody to see me., Books<

2013, ISBN: 1492927279

[EAN: 9781492927273], Neubuch, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, United States], Language: English. Brand new Book. This is Book No. 5 entitled "Girl's Revenge" in the 6 p… Plus…

[EAN: 9781492927273], Neubuch, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, United States], Language: English. Brand new Book. This is Book No. 5 entitled "Girl's Revenge" in the 6 part series "My Years In Middle School". Follow the adventures of Nancy Jane and her two best friends Helen Schunter and Karen Stamm as they experience school, boys, bullying, getting even, dealing with Nancy Janes' nemesis Lois Talker and more. Other titles in this series include: * Book #1 - The Summer Before * Book #2 - Is This Love? * Book #3 - Scanner In My Neighborhood * Book #4 - Summertime Memories * Book #6 - Lookout High School, Here We Come! Following is an excerpt from Book #5 "Girl's Revenge". "NANCY JANE! TIME TO GET UP! TODAY'S THE FIRST DAY OF YOUR EIGHTH GRADE!" came my Mom's loud, sharp voice (for 6:45am) down the long hallway of our house. As the cob webs were slowly clearing from my head, my thoughts turned to, "Hummmmm, first day of Eighth Grade? Hummmmm, where did my summer go? It seemed like only last week I was cruising around Lake Chester with Helen and Karen. OH YEAH, that was last week and I remember. Helen almost KILLED ALL OF US when she drove our rental boat onto the road in front of the Talker's!" "NANCY JANE! I'M MAKING YOUR FAVORITE! COME ON, GET UP!" my Mom yelled once more from the kitchen. Sweet smells had been drifting down our long hallway and into my bedroom for the last few minutes. I knew before my Mom made the announcement a moment ago that she was busily preparing banana pancakes and scrambled eggs for me. My Mom is the best! I could even smell the fresh strawberries and whip cream that was waiting on the table to go on top of my banana pancakes. I'm not sure how I could smell the whip cream. I sure thought I could though! As I slipped out of my bed and my feet hit the floor my mind flashed back to my two previous years at the Hicston Middle School. I remembered how two years ago, almost to the exact day, I was so concerned about what I would wear to my first day in the Sixth Grade. I had spent an extra twenty minutes picking out exactly the right outfit. only to be sent back to my room to change into the standard white top, dark skirt school uniform. And then my thoughts wandered to the boys from my class. I don't know why my class only had four boys in it. The classes ahead of mine and behind mine had lots of boys. Their ratio of girls to boys was like three girls to every two boys. They had it made! Why did we only have Asslin, Brandon, Tony, and Gordon in our class? I remember when Asslin was my boyfriend and then when Gordon Onawello transferred to our school Gordon kind of became my new boyfriend. Asslin didn't like that very much. not very much at all, actually Asslin hardly said two words to me my entire Seventh Grade school year. I wonder if this year will be different? "NANCY JANE! WHERE ARE YOU!" my Mom's voice now with a hint of anguish in it came rumbling down the long hallway once again. Fortunately I had already slipped into my school uniform that I had laid out on the chair in the corner of my bedroom the night before. "I'M RIGHT HERE MOM!" I shouted as I burst through my bedroom doorway, jetted into the hallway, and raced towards the kitchen. "I'm right here Mom!" ******** As was our tradition my Mom drove me to my first day of the new school year. I was getting older you know. After all I was thirteen years old now. As we neared the school I said to my Mom, "Mom you can stop your mini-van over there." I was pointing to a vacant spot along the street curb suitable for her Mom's mini-van, the trusted people hauler, the reliable toilet paper adventure (teepee!) get-away vehicle; the green toad. the spot was suitable for my Mom to park in. "WHAT!" my Mom said in surprise. "Why don't I just take you right up to the front of the school?" "No Mom!" I replied. "I don't w<

2013, ISBN: 1492927279

[EAN: 9781492927273], Neubuch, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, United States], Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This is Book No. 5 entitled… Plus…

[EAN: 9781492927273], Neubuch, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, United States], Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This is Book No. 5 entitled Girl s Revenge in the 6 part series My Years In Middle School. Follow the adventures of Nancy Jane and her two best friends Helen Schunter and Karen Stamm as they experience school, boys, bullying, getting even, dealing with Nancy Janes nemesis Lois Talker and more. Other titles in this series include: * Book #1 - The Summer Before * Book #2 - Is This Love? * Book #3 - Scanner In My Neighborhood * Book #4 - Summertime Memories * Book #6 - Lookout High School, Here We Come! Following is an excerpt from Book #5 Girl s Revenge. NANCY JANE! TIME TO GET UP! TODAY S THE FIRST DAY OF YOUR EIGHTH GRADE! came my Mom s loud, sharp voice (for 6:45am) down the long hallway of our house. As the cob webs were slowly clearing from my head, my thoughts turned to, Hummmmm, first day of Eighth Grade? Hummmmm, where did my summer go? It seemed like only last week I was cruising around Lake Chester with Helen and Karen. OH YEAH, that was last week and I remember. Helen almost KILLED ALL OF US when she drove our rental boat onto the road in front of the Talker s! NANCY JANE! I M MAKING YOUR FAVORITE! COME ON, GET UP! my Mom yelled once more from the kitchen. Sweet smells had been drifting down our long hallway and into my bedroom for the last few minutes. I knew before my Mom made the announcement a moment ago that she was busily preparing banana pancakes and scrambled eggs for me. My Mom is the best! I could even smell the fresh strawberries and whip cream that was waiting on the table to go on top of my banana pancakes. I m not sure how I could smell the whip cream. I sure thought I could though! As I slipped out of my bed and my feet hit the floor my mind flashed back to my two previous years at the Hicston Middle School. I remembered how two years ago, almost to the exact day, I was so concerned about what I would wear to my first day in the Sixth Grade. I had spent an extra twenty minutes picking out exactly the right outfit. only to be sent back to my room to change into the standard white top, dark skirt school uniform. And then my thoughts wandered to the boys from my class. I don t know why my class only had four boys in it. The classes ahead of mine and behind mine had lots of boys. Their ratio of girls to boys was like three girls to every two boys. They had it made! Why did we only have Asslin, Brandon, Tony, and Gordon in our class? I remember when Asslin was my boyfriend and then when Gordon Onawello transferred to our school Gordon kind of became my new boyfriend. Asslin didn t like that very much. not very much at all, actually Asslin hardly said two words to me my entire Seventh Grade school year. I wonder if this year will be different? NANCY JANE! WHERE ARE YOU! my Mom s voice now with a hint of anguish in it came rumbling down the long hallway once again. Fortunately I had already slipped into my school uniform that I had laid out on the chair in the corner of my bedroom the night before. I M RIGHT HERE MOM! I shouted as I burst through my bedroom doorway, jetted into the hallway, and raced towards the kitchen. I m right here Mom! ******** As was our tradition my Mom drove me to my first day of the new school year. I was getting older you know. After all I was thirteen years old now. As we neared the school I said to my Mom, Mom you can stop your mini-van over there. I was pointing to a vacant spot along the street curb suitable for her Mom s mini-van, the trusted people hauler, the reliable toilet paper adventure (teepee!) get-away vehicle; the green toad. the spot was suitable for my Mom to park in. WHAT! my Mom said in surprise. Why don t I just take you right up to the front of the school? No Mom! I replied. I don t w<