Next to Mexico

Next to Mexico

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by Jennifer Nails

When Lylice found out she was skipping fifth grade, she was excited. Then nervous. Then excited again. Then terrified. On her first day of sixth grade everything bad that could happen did. But when Senora Schwartz assigned her to be Mexico Mendoza’s English Buddy, school got a little better. Then a lot better. Then not as better. Then much, much worse.


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When Lylice found out she was skipping fifth grade, she was excited. Then nervous. Then excited again. Then terrified. On her first day of sixth grade everything bad that could happen did. But when Senora Schwartz assigned her to be Mexico Mendoza’s English Buddy, school got a little better. Then a lot better. Then not as better. Then much, much worse.

This is the story of her first quarter at Susan B. Anthony Middle School. And it’s the story of how to get away with something that grownups will first not like, then, after they think about it, won’t mind. And will actually think was a good idea. Oh, and it’s about doing something so stupid because of a boy and worrying that your best friend will ever talk to you again.

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"Jen Nails renders the emotional surges of middle-school life with humor and heart. In Lylice Martin, she's created a character who will not only make you smile til your cheeks hurt, but will also inspire you to dream big and trust your gut."--Jane Borden, Time Out New York

Children's Literature - Jody J. Little
Lylice (rhymes with Phyllis) skips fifth grade and moves right to sixth grade at Susan B. Anthony Middle School. Lylice has trouble making friends. Her best friends in elementary school have always been adults. When a new girl, Mexico Mendoza, arrives at school, Lylice is assigned to be her English buddy and a friendship develops. When Principal Henderson abruptly cuts the school's Art Attack program, Lylice is outraged. She is determined to get the art program back, and with the help of Mexico, they set out to make it happen. When Lylice's article about the loss of Art Attack is edited down to two lines by Principal Henderson, Lylice can hardly contain herself. She makes some decisions that give her after school detention for the first time in her life. As Lylice and Mexico's friendship grows and as the battle to bring back Art Attack continues, Lylice also develops a crush on her long-time neighbor, Nathan Shelby. A disastrous school Halloween dance, however, makes Lylice realize who her true friends really are. Nails's book is based on her solo play, "Lylice." She includes several heavy issues in the novel including childhood diabetes, bullying, and the effects of parental alcoholism on a child. The issues are dealt with humorously, but always respectfully, making the reader come away with a feeling of hope and optimism. Reviewer: Jody J. Little
VOYA - Lisa A. Hazlett
Lylice is intelligent, caring, and witty, but her buck teeth caused her to be mocked and ostracized in elementary school. She begins middle school determined to earn acceptance by asserting herself and forming close friendships, and after meeting Mexico, a recent immigrant, Lylice has her first friend. Although Mexico has diabetes and a deformed ear, together they begin focusing less on themselves and more upon their surroundings and others. Beginning with budget cuts and Lylice's school newspaper response censored by the principal, the myriad of issues subsequently encountered in swift order include immigration and Native American concerns, alcoholism, abuse, cancer, medical costs, popularity, friendship, and romance. Topics are presented in context of the girls' lives and contribute to their growth, such as discovering a snooty classmate's alcoholic parents and their revelation that problems are universal, contribute to behavior, and are often hidden, unlike their visible flaws. Lylice humorously narrates this lively, thought-provoking story, becoming increasingly likeable and endearing. Mexico is more passive and generally serves to personalize issues, such as illustrating health costs by hospitalization after forgoing costly insulin or hesitantly assisting Lylice's increasingly shrewd responses to problems. Beyond distracting is why neither Lylice nor her parents considered orthodontia, especially as her condition appears disabling and instigates classmates' ridicule. The continued harassment also seems excessive, particularly as Mexico's ear is disregarded. Some contrivances occur to achieve the happy ending but plausibly fit the story line. Younger females will enjoy thisentertaining story, identifying with both girls and doubtless desiring a sequel. Reviewer: Lisa A. Hazlett
School Library Journal

Gr 4-6

Lylice has skipped a year and is new to Susan B. Anthony Middle School in her hometown of Tucson. Worried about making friends, the sixth grader becomes the English Buddy to Mexico, a student from Nogales who lives with her aunt and is a talented artist. The girls visit one another, play in the band, and discuss ways to protest Principal Harrington's cancellation of the art program. When Mexico is hospitalized because her aunt is about to be unemployed and can't afford her niece's insulin, the girls finagle a job interview for her by forging a letter on stolen school stationery. Then, because of a boy on whom she has a crush, Lylice hurts her friend's feelings. Spanish words and phrases are cleverly introduced and add authenticity to depictions of Spanish class, and to Mexico's conversations with her aunt. Lylice writes for the school paper, and her articles add information to the story. Her passionate, enthusiastic voice and humor help to gather up the many subplots into a happy ending.-Debbie S. Hoskins, Grand Rapids Public Library, MI

Kirkus Reviews
Nails's uneven debut about a friendship between two sixth-grade girls in a border town in Arizona tackles some real issues about Mexican-American immigration. Finding a friend becomes the main concern of brainy, irrepressible Lylice (rhymes with Phyllis) Martin, who has skipped fifth grade in order to attend Susan B. Anthony Middle School, where she will have to prove herself to the gruff, beleaguered new principal, Mr. Harrington. With the arrival of a foreign student, Mexico Mendoza, a gifted artist who lives with her aunt, Lylice finds a true kindred spirit, and only gradually learns about Mexico's diabetes, which requires daily insulin injections, and the precarious state of her family's immigration status. Occasionally clunky and abrupt, the first-person narrative leaves the reader wanting more information rather than less. Lylice's social awkwardness becomes painfully obvious when she tries to make nice with the popular bunch (how to make a boy like you and keep your best friend?), though Lylice's enduring compassion for Mexico and sense of moral activism render her an exemplary and very human character. (Fiction. 9-12)

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A Magic Elevator of Her Own

I will never go to fifth grade. I got to skip it. It is as if I took an elevator up from fourth, and everyone else took the stairs. At first I liked the idea. But that was in the spring, when Principal Garrison told my parents and me. I got to wonder about what sixth grade might be like while still in the normalness of fourth grade.

School started on the Tuesday after Labor Day. Principal Harrington called me into his office before first period. “You’re kidding me,” he barked into the phone. I waved. He shot out of his seat and glared at me. “No. No. There isn’t still time to find someone else. Marcia, it’s the first day of school and I need you here!” I stood in his doorway, waiting. Last night he’d called my parents and told them I should come talk to him first thing in the morning. He’d said to. What was I supposed to do? On his desk, a half-eaten blueberry muffin sat on stacks and stacks of file folders. The office was a tiny rectangle, but Principal Harrington didn’t take up much space.

I had worried about sixth grade all summer. Not the school part of it—the friend part. In fourth grade I was best friends with Principal Garrison. She turned sixty-five in May. They had a party for her but I wasn’t invited. In third grade I got to know the librarian, Miss Phillips, really well, because I was always in there. She lived with her sister, Maude, and they took care of their old mother. But let’s just put it this way: you can’t invite a real grown woman over for a sleepover.

“Well, fine, then. Go to Cherryvale. You know they don’t need you there like we need you here, Marcia!” he shouted. “And don’t expect a recommendation from me!” He slammed down the phone. “Argh,” he growled.

I took one step back and attempted to tiptoe out the door. I’d come back later.

“Lie-lice Martin,” he said, snatching the blueberry muffin and hurling it into the trash. “Welcome. Mrs. Garrison has told me all about you.” He flopped into his seat and started rubbing his forehead, smiling a little. “We’re both glad you’re here.”

“Thank you, Principal Harrington,” I said. “Sorry your first day of school isn’t going so well.”

His smile got bigger but it seemed like the feeling behind it got smaller. “I’m glad I’m here, too,” I said quickly. But I wished it wasn’t happening yet. I wished there was time for more wondering and dreaming about what sixth grade might be like. And I wished his day wasn’t going so badly, because he was making me want to be back at Catalina Foothills Elementary School with Mrs. Garrison, not here with him at Susan B. Anthony Middle School. “You wanted to see me?” I asked.

Through the whole conversation we had about striving for excellence, he opened and slammed drawers, flipped through folders, and scribbled on Post- Its. He called me Lie-Lice three times. Finally I said: “It’s Lylice. Like Phyllis.” I said I’d been called worse. He didn’t laugh. But he did tell me to come in and visit whenever I wanted. I was not sure I would.

We had Senora Schwartz for first period. We had to pick a Spanish name that we would go by for the entire year. I considered all of the choices on the board. But I wanted something that sounded fancy and different.

“Concepción,” I said, when it was my turn. I used my best Spanish accent, putting emphasis on the ión part of the word. Senora raised her eyebrows and said: “Interesante!” I smiled.

Two girls and a boy with black curly hair burst out laughing. Then they all put their top teeth over their bottom lips and stared at me. I squashed my lips shut. I knew those three. They had been in fifth grade at Catalina Foothills Elementary last year. Tony Frizell, Hannah Anderson, and Debbie Dominguez.

I knew why they were sticking their teeth out like that. Everyone did that to me last year, too. Instead of pointing down at my bottom lip, like they’re supposed to, my two front teeth point out.

Suddenly, Senora’s door flew open. Heads turned toward it. Principal Harrington and a short girl walked in. A very short girl. And skinnier than a baby puppy. She was clutching pink backpack straps. Senora shook her hand and said hola. After patting the girl’s shoulder and whispering something to Senora, Principal Harrington left.

“Estudiantes, say hola to Mexico Mendoza,” said Senora. Before I could think, before I could not think, I stood from my chair.

“Hola, Mexico!” I said, alone. I grinned at her from my desk, my two front teeth almost stretching the distance between us to shake her hand. My class burst out laughing. I fell back into my seat and chewed my lip. People kept giggling. Mexico Mendoza smiled at me and sort of waved. I waved back with ppursed lips, a smile bubbling inside of me. She wore a flowered dress and white straw sandals. It seemed as though she had taken a magic elevator to get here too. Senora pointed her toward the empty desk next to me. “Hi, I’m Lylice,” I whispered, putting my hand out. “That’s L-y-l-i-c-e. Lylice.” Mexico shook my hand and sat down. I liked her red butterfly barrettes.

At the end of class, Senora assigned me to be Mexico’s English Buddy for the year, since our last names were right next to each other, Martin and Mendoza. Mexico had a good smell. Like vanilla and . . . maybe strawberries.

In Mrs. Lanza’s class, I volunteered to write for the Suffragette Star. In Coach’s class, I signed up for tennis. And Mr. Schvitter had class-president candidate sheets for those interested. I took one. Get in on the action, my dad had said. I was. But so far my only friend was turning out to be my brain- on-wheels. My dad gave our old rolling suitcase the name. It was the only thing big enough for all of my supplies.

If only suitcases could talk. And laugh. And understand you. And guide you through Ballot Hall, where everyone else knows one another and looks at you. I was determined to make friends with someone under forty-five this year.

After school, I found Mexico standing outside Principal Harrington’s office. “I think we have all our classes together!” I said. I didn’t mean to sound so excited about it.

She nodded. Her shoulder-length black hair covered half of her face, and she peered at me with one eye. She held her backpack straps in tight fists. “You going in to talk to the head honcho?” I gestured grandly to his nameplate: PRINCIPAL CORNELIUS HARRINGTON III.

Mexico nodded and smiled. It made me feel brave. “I think I’ll say hi too,” I said. I was sure that he would be in a better mood than he had been before school. It was the end of the day. Everybody was in a good mood at the end of the day.

Principal Harrington’s voice floated through his slightly open door. We knocked, but he didn’t answer. So we peeked in.

Since his back was to us, we could see the hem of his plaid suit jacket unraveling. There were these pink slips on his desk that said TRANSFER REQUEST. We didn’t mean to listen, but we did. “I’m looking for any cuts I can make,” he said into the telephone. “Now, isn’t there any way you can take her back?” Take who back? “I know what I said, Esmeralda,” he said. I grabbed Mexico’s arm. I didn’t mean to. “Esmeralda is the name of my old principal at my last school,” I whispered. “Esmeralda Garrison.” Ballot Hall was noisy with the whole school leaving for the day. Boys were yelling and girls were squealing. Harrington continued. “I don’t think it’s unethical. Esmeralda, I’m stuck here. My secretary just quit on me, I just got another foreign student, and I have several sixth-grade repeats this year. More than usual. Now, can’t we just tell her parents that it’s not working out, that Lie-lice is not meeting our standards . . .” I chewed my bottom lip. Would he really lie to my parents and tell them I wasn’t meeting standards? Wasn’t that against the law? School hadn’t even really started yet. Preposterous.

On the last day of fourth grade, I gave Mrs. Garrison a baby frog. She collects them. It wasn’t cheap, but my dad helped out. She also has chinchillas, hamsters, and mice. She was the best principal in the world. Last year at parent teacher conferences, Principal Garrison told my parents she thought I was extraordinary. And that I had potential. Now, after a whole summer of wondering and getting excited about sixth grade, was I going to be sent back to fifth?

I have started to question my extraordinariness.

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Next to Mexico 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good reading for middle school students. would want my english class to read it. Looking forward to a play based on this novel
robbo24 More than 1 year ago
This is a fabulous read with beautifully drawn characters, excellent writing and a compelling story. Jen Nails does such a terrific job of bringing these people to life.
PuncherandWattmann More than 1 year ago
I laughed, I cried, I bought a small ranch on the Rio Grande to relive the experience. Well, no, I didn't do the last bit, though woulda if I coulda. I DID buy a copy for my 10 year old ... and another one for his sister when she said, Hey! And two more for my neices. One, two three ... that's eight big thumbs up all around. And no wonder, it's a great story, funny, affecting with a super ending. Don't believe me? Okay, try this. Open up the book. Start reading. Now try to stop. See? You can't, can you? It's impossible. That's what great writing is all about. Enjoy!
april16 More than 1 year ago
I love this book becuase it was a perspective of a girl starting middle school. I recommend this book for girls ages 11-13.
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
Lylice is an eccentric girl who is skipping a grade and going straight into sixth. Is she ready for the changes that middle school brings? After all, her best friend last year was the elementary principal! She is assigned to be Mexico Mendoza's English buddy. The girls soon realize that although they have their differences, they can find common ground. Lylice feels that Principal Harrington has it in for her, and both girls fight together to keep the art programs in their school. This is a story of a friendship that is shared between two girls who want desperately to fit in yet hold on to their individuality at the same time. Lylice is full of surprises and, though she seems a bit odd at first, she draws you into her life. I highly recommend NEXT TO MEXICO.