awkward stuff. by Lisi Harrison (English) Paperback Book

Description: awkward stuff. by Lisi Harrison Includes excerpts from Girl stuff and Crush stuff. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description In the third installment of bestselling author Lisi Harrisons middle grade series, Girl Stuff, seventh grade besties decide to have their first kisses on the same night.Its that time of the year—Poplar Middle Schools annual two-week health and sex-education unit! And, well . . . its awkward. Fonda thought she was on the same page as her classmates, but after hearing their anonymous questions about kissing it appears Fonda is not only behind on getting her period—shes behind in everything! Drew, on the other hand, wants her first kiss to be with her boyfriend. Just when the time seems right, something VERY unexpected happens . . . Ruthies just had a misunderstanding of epic proportions with a boy friend (not boyfriend). Will boy stuff always be this complicated? Fonda thought it would be perfect if they had their first kisses on the same night. But maybe moments like that cant be planned? Through the fun stuff, the girl stuff, and all the awkward stuff, these three friends will be by each others sides. Author Biography Lisi Harrison worked at MTV Networks in New York City for twelve years before writing the #1 bestselling Clique series. That series has sold more than eight million copies and has been on the New York Times bestseller list for more than two hundred weeks, with ten titles hitting #1 and foreign rights sold in thirty-three countries. Alphas was a #1 New York Times bestseller, and Monster High was an instant bestseller. Her latest middle-grade series are The Pack and Girl Stuff. Lisi lives in Laguna Beach, California, where she is is working on follow-up novels for both and probably not watering her plants. Excerpt from Book chapter one. The last time Fonda Millers mother made breakfast on a school day was, well, who knows? Joan, a feminist studies professor, believed in her daughters right to choose when it came to their bodies. Yet, on this November Friday morning, Joan insisted they sit at the kitchen table and eat chia pudding, of all things. Meanwhile, she was at the counter, grinding coffee beans and humming, like it was perfectly acceptable to give someone the right to choose and then not let them choose anything. Fonda wanted to press for an explanation, but thats what older sisters were for. Winfrey was sixteen, Amelia was fourteen, and Fondas age didnt matter. She didnt matter when they were around; neither would her questions. "Its one of the three Ds, isnt it, Joan?" Winfrey finally asked. The waves were epic, her friends were at the beach, and her FOMS (Fear of Missing Surf) was intensifying. She clearly wanted out. "Three Ds? I have no idea what that means." The mess of crimson curls around Joans face bobbed as she sat. "Death, divorce, disease," Amelia explained, pink mirrored sunglasses already on. "So, which one is it?" "Divorce?" Joan scoffed. "Id have to be married first, and Ill never, ever--" Amelia gasped. "You have a disease?" "No, Amelia, I dont have a disease, and I havent died either. Im speaking at the Freedom of Expression dinner in Los Angeles next Saturday." "Sounds like death to me," Winfrey mumbled. "The topic is Stand Up to Gender Bias, in case anyone was wondering." They werent. "How long?" Amelia asked. "Saturday afternoon until Sunday morning." "Youre going to stand the entire time?" Fonda giggled because, come on. Amelia was a high school freshman. She should know that Standing Up meant speaking out in support of something. Not anti-chair. Winfreys bright expression clouded over. "Um, quick question for you, J." Joan folded her arms across her chest, ready but not prepared for whatever Winfrey was about to ask. "I refuse to be babysitted by Sari Poppins." "Babysitted is not a word, and your nannys name is Sari Sullivan." "Joan, when a cheery British lady brings crafts and uses an umbrella when its seventy-two and sunny, shes kind of asking for it." Joan looked at her daughters, like, really looked. Then she said, "Youre right. Its time." "Time?" Fonda asked, heart beating. "For what?" Joan took a deep breath and turned to Winfrey. "Youre going to be seventeen in January, and--" "Youre finally buying me a yellow MINI Cooper convertible?" "No," Joan said. "A yellow MINI Cooper convertible with surf racks?" "A convertible with surf racks?" Fonda laughed. "How would that even work?" "This isnt about a car," Joan said. "Its about next Saturday night." "No way, uh-uh, I am not going to that lecture." Fonda took the napkin off her lap and stood. "Where are you going?" "Im Standing Up for my freedom." Amelia removed her sunglasses. "I thought you didnt have to stand." "This has nothing to do with standing," Joan insisted. "I was thinking of letting you girls stay here alone while Im gone." Winfrey jumped out of her seat. "YOURE LEAVING ME IN CHARGE?!" "Yesssss!" Amelia jumped up too, and the two girls enveloped Joan in a suffocating hug. "Wow. Someones happy to see me go." She tried to lift her arms and hug them back, but their grip was too tight. "Im not," Fonda peeped, because Winfrey was going to be a tyrant. If only they had a dad who could step in and take over. But no. Their father was a mysterious sperm donor who, according to the West Coast Cryobank catalog, loved Greek mythology, med school, and his maternal grandmother. Joan finally managed to wiggle free from her daughters grip and told them to take their seats. "This is not a free pass for you to go wild. Its an opportunity to prove how mature and responsible you are." "Fear not, Joanie. Ill make sure Amelia is home by nine oclock and that Fonda is in bed by eight thirty." "What? No!" Fonda turned to her mother. "My bedtime is ten!" "If you have a problem, talk to me," Winfrey said. "Im the boss now." "No, youre not," Joan insisted. "No one is. Youre each responsible for your own actions, but you must look out for one another and work together so everything runs smoothly." Fonda sank in her seat. Look out for each other? Work together? Ha! According to Winfrey and Amelia, together isnt one word. Its three. To-get-her. And they always did. The only way to save herself was to leave. "Ill probably spend the night at Ruthies, or Drews, so--" Thunk! A bird flew into the sliding glass door. The girls screamed. "Oh," Joan cried. "Thats the third finch this month!" Fondas eyes filled with tears. Poor little guy. She knew what it felt like to be cruising along and then slam! Something unexpected stops you in your tracks and knocks the wind out of you. Winfreys new promotion to "sister in charge" being the perfect example. Joan grabbed her dishwashing gloves and hurried outside. Once the door slid shut behind her, a devilish smile spread across Winfreys face. "Whats more mature and responsible?" she whispered to Amelia. "Starting our party at seven or at eight?" "Probably seven," Amelia offered. Winfrey drained her mothers coffee mug and slammed it down on the table. "Eight it is." "Youre having a party?" Fonda whispered. "While Moms gone?" "Well, were not going to do it while shes here." Fondas stomach dipped. "What if she finds out?" "Theres only one way she will, and its currently wearing my old denim romper and thinking I wont notice." "You think Im going to tell?" "No, I think youre going to invite a bunch of your friends and wear something that doesnt make you look like me two years ago." "Wait." Fonda drew back her head. "I can go?" Her sisters nodded. "And invite people?" They nodded again. Fonda jumped to her feet so suddenly, her chair fell over. Ava G. may have thrown the first boy-girl party of seventh grade, but Fonda would be known for having the first boy-girl parent-free high school party. Her seventh-grade status would be locked and legendary. Yes, her sisters were only including her so that she wouldnt tell Joan. But a girl had to start somewhere, and this somewhere happened to be at the very top. "Happy Friday!" Nurse Beverly smiled. Her teeth looked extra white against her too-dark-for-November tan. "Congratulations on completing the first week of our PuberTea." She lifted her great-grandmothers antique china teacup, pinkie out, and took a dainty sip. "Great job, young women. Great job." The circle of fifteen Poplar Middle School girls lifted their old-lady mugs and politely slurped the tepid berry-flavored tea. The guest teacher was doing her best to take the cringe out of health class, but the only way a lesson about "breast buds," "peach fuzz," and "natural urges" would be less cringey, if not downright funny, was if Fonda had been in class with her next-door besties. But the nesties were out of luck. Drew had been placed in the afternoon class, and Ruthies Talented and Gifted crew had their own thing going. Thankfully, Fonda had her boy-girl parent-free high school party to distract her from the "science of body odor" lecture. So she pretended to take notes and got to work on her guest list instead. When Winfrey said to invite a "bunch of friends," how many did she mean, exactly? Five? Ten? Thirty? Because Fonda already had fifteen people, and that wasnt including Ruthies TAG crew or-- "OUCHIE, MY BRA STRAP HURTS!" a boy shouted as he passed the classrooms open door. "I NEED A TAMPON!" He used one of those high-pitched girly tones, but Fonda knew exactly who it was. No matter how hard Henry Goode tried to disguise his voice, the deep squeak that Nurse Beverly blamed on an adolescent boys growing larynx was unmistakable. Or maybe Fonda recognized it because Henry, Owen, and Will had been hanging with the nesties ever since their field trip to Catalina Island three weeks earlier. Which explained why fourteen giggling girls were looking at Fonda as if she was partly responsible for Henrys drive-by hooting. Cheeks burning, Fonda focused on her party list, willing the embarrassing redness away. Clearly, everyone assumed she and Henry were a thing. But were they? Sure, the group went to Vans Pizza and Fresh & Fruity after school a few days a week. And yes, Henry and Fonda usually sat near e Details ISBN1984815040 Author Lisi Harrison Pages 272 Audience Age 8-12 Language English Year 2022 ISBN-10 1984815040 ISBN-13 9781984815040 Format Paperback Publication Date 2022-07-26 Series Number 3 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Series girl stuff Imprint G.P.Putnams Sons Books for Young Readers Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2022-07-26 NZ Release Date 2022-07-26 US Release Date 2022-07-26 UK Release Date 2022-07-26 DEWEY FIC Audience Children / Juvenile We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:139570402;

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