Pink & Green Is the New Black

Lisa Greenwald

Description

Lucy Desberg is in eighth grade, and shes determined to make this year perfect. Over the course of the year, though, her talents for makeup and problem-solving will be put to the test.On the outside, things couldnt be better: her familys spa is doing well, and she has a boyfriend, Yamir. But Yamirs in high school now, and Lucys too embarrassed to admit that he hasnt called her in weeks. To take her mind off him, she throws herself into planning the eighth-grade masquerade, using her makeup skills to rally her classmates. But as she soon learns, ignoring a problem does not make it go away. Its destined to pop up at the worst possible time.Lucys resourcefulness will be put to the test as she grows up and starts making decisions about the type of personand girlfriend and friend and daughter and sisterthat she wants to be.

Informations

• Publié par: ABRAMS BOOKS
• Date de parution: 07 octobre 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781613127001
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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PUBLISHER S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Greenwald, Lisa. Pink green is the new black / Lisa Greenwald. pages cm. - (Pink green ; book 3) ISBN 978-1-4197-1225-8 (hardback) - ISBN 978-1-61312-700-1 (ebook) [1. Middle schools-Fiction. 2. Schools-Fiction. 3. Cosmetics-Fiction. 4. Dating (Social customs)-Fiction.] I. Title. II. Title: Pink and green is the new black. PZ7.G85199Pi 2014 [Fic]-dc23 2014011249
Text copyright 2014 Lisa Greenwald Title page illustrations copyright 2014 Jonathan Beckerman Book design by Jessie Gang
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Acknowledgments
About the Author
Lucy s tip for surviving eighth grade:
Reach out to people for help when you need it.
My dad and I are sitting on the rocking chairs on the front porch drinking hot chocolate. It s freezing outside, but sometimes you need fresh air, even in January.
Are you sure this is instant hot chocolate? my dad asks. It tastes like gourmet, like the homemade kind they have at 384 Sprinkles.
I know he s just saying this to be nice. It s nothing fancy, just the powdered kind, but to me it s delicious. My dad doesn t live with us, but he s close enough that he s able to stop by pretty much every other day. It s so much better than when he lived in London. Every visit with my dad needed careful planning and of course involved plane tickets and school breaks and passports. Now we can have hot chocolate in the middle of the week, whenever we feel like it, without really even having to plan. It s pretty great.
Are you okay, Luce? You seem quiet.
I nod. Yeah, I m fine.
Once you start telling people you re fine and that nothing is wrong, it s hard to go back and say that there is actually something bothering you. I ve gotten so used to saying everything is fine that it just kind of comes out of my mouth now. A tiny part of me even believes it.
And the thing is, so many parts of my life really are great. Our family s eco-spa is up and running, and business is booming. Grandma is so happy about that, and Mom is too. They barely fight these days. Dad lives close by and I see him all the time. Sunny and I are BFFs like always, and in a way it seems like we ve gotten even closer. All my efforts at the pharmacy and on the grant totally paid off, and my work with Earth Club has been going well too. The school board vote on approving a green cafeteria is tomorrow night.
But even when so many things are going well, there can still be lingering frustrating parts to life. And sometimes, even if you don t talk about them, those things take over.
You d tell me if something was wrong, right? my dad asks, finishing the last few sips of hot chocolate.
I nod again but don t say anything. It s not like something is seriously wrong-not like I m failing out of school or I robbed a bank or anything. If things were really bad, I could talk about it. At least I think I could. But right now all my thoughts are jumbled like a word search. It s hard to express your feelings when you re not even sure how you feel.
Our hands are about to freeze, so we head inside and put our mugs in the dishwasher. Grandma is making her famous chicken potpie for dinner, and Mom is closing up at the pharmacy.
You staying for dinner, Sam? Grandma asks from the stove.
Um, sure, I d love to.
I m grateful for the little things like this.
Grandma, don t forget that tomorrow is my big meeting with the school board, I tell her. So I won t be home for dinner.
My grandma is a big believer in the whole family-eating-together thing. Claudia s back at school, so it s just the three of us again. Except when Dad stays for dinner, and then it s the four of us.
Got it, Lucy. You all set for that? She finally turns around and faces me. Any last-minute preparations?
I don t think so. I pop a grape in my mouth. We ve been ready for ages, since we were supposed to have the meeting in October. Waiting for the school board to put it back on the agenda after the hurricane hasn t fazed us at all.
She talks like an adult, doesn t she, Sam? My grandma laughs. Thirteen going on forty-five.
I want to tell her that there s an actual movie called 13 Going on 30 , but I don t because I get what she s saying. Most kids wouldn t really care that much about a school board meeting, but I ve been working on making the cafeteria green since last year. It may actually happen soon. Fingers crossed.
My dad has to make a few calls for work, and Grandma is busy finishing dinner. My homework is done, so I go upstairs to check my e-mail.
But as soon as I sign in, I see that there s nothing new. I had hoped that Yamir would get in touch, but both my phone and e-mail are just as I left them this morning.
I can t be the one to contact him again. It just makes me feel stupid. But sitting here thinking all of this makes me feel stupid too.
The one good thing is that Yamir is my best friend s brother, so I can always call their house, looking for Sunny-but really hoping Yamir picks up the phone. The only problem is that I rarely call their home phone anymore, now that we all have cell phones. I wonder why anyone even bothers having a landline.
I tried your cell but it went straight to voice mail, I say to Sunny after she answers. I m totally lying and she probably knows it, but that s the thing about best friends-sometimes it s okay to tell a little lie.
Oh, my battery s probably dead again, she says. What s up?
I listen very carefully to see if I can hear Yamir in the background. If he s home and didn t e-mail or text, that will be even more upsetting. But it sounds like he s still out, at basketball practice maybe.
Oh, nothing. Just bored. Did you understand the math homework? As I talk, I keep refreshing my e-mail in-box. But still nothing.
Kind of. Those word problems are always hard, she says. But Mrs. O Rourke never minds explaining it the next day if we re confused.
It seems like Sunny s home alone, because it s silent in her house. So, what are you doing now?
Just sitting around. My dad has a meeting tonight, so my mom said we were going out for Mexican food, but now it s snowing again.
It is? I ask, even though I can easily turn my head and look out the window. Oh, weird.
Please say where Yamir is. Please say where Yamir is. I don t want to have to ask. I wish Sunny would know that I need this information. She is my best friend, after all.
Just you and your mom are going out for dinner? I know I m being obvious, but I don t even care. It s gotten to that point.
Well, Yamir was supposed to come, but I think he went to some kid s house after basketball, and I m not sure when he s getting back. She groans. Anyway, what s new with you?
Nada. Just trying to make sure everything is done before tomorrow s meeting. Did Mrs. Deleccio tell you when we re going up to speak?
Lucy, you were at the same meeting I was, and she said she doesn t know the order yet, Sunny tells me, like I m totally out of it. Are you okay? You seem all weird.
If both Sunny and my dad are asking if I m okay, I guess I need to work on my acting skills. I don t want to be the girl who s all consumed over a guy. It s embarrassing, especially because I don t even know if there s really anything to be upset about.
It s just that it seemed like things were great and then one day they weren t. I guess the change didn t happen over a single day, more like over time. It s hard to say when, exactly. But after a while, I realized something was wrong.
So of course I m going to feel confused. And now all I can think about is making it all great again. I can t accept that this weird, not-knowing feeling is just the way things are now.
Yeah. I m fine. I m just nervous about the meeting.
Sunny laughs. Lucy! Come on, you ll be fine. I m sure they already okayed the whole thing and are just making us speak to impress all the parents. She pauses for a second, and I listen extra hard for Yamir. They re not going to say no to a green cafeteria. It s the right thing to do. Especially after all the work we put into it.
You re right, I say, because I don t really feel like talking about this anymore. Anyway, I gotta go set the table. Enjoy your Mexican food. Pancho s or Enchiladas?
Pancho s, I think, Sunny says. My mom thinks it s soooo much better, even though she only eats cheese quesadillas.
I laugh. Her mom really isn t an adventurous eater.
I gotta go, Luce. My mom is calling me. Smooches.
She hangs up, and I realize I don t have any more information than I had before I called.
Why is Yamir ignoring me?
I think his ignoring me means something more than just being busy. Something way worse.
Lucy s tip for surviving eighth grade:
It s okay to change your mind about things.
Yamir doesn t call or text or anything to wish me good lu