Andrea and the 5-Day Challenge

Andrea and the 5-Day Challenge

by Cindy K. Green


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Dear Lord,
I need Your help and sooner would be better than later. Wouldn't you know it, just as soon as I decide to attempt the 5-Day Bible Study Challenge, my parents start heaping on loads of pressure to get me into Julliard. My friend Amy isn't any better, urging me to ask Luke Ryan to homecoming. As if the cute, transfer jock would actually go out with me. I mean, we're kinda friends, and I've enjoyed our Geometry study sessions, but in case Amy hasn't noticed, I'm the invisible one at Aubrey Christian Academy, and I like it that way. On top of that, I have a feeling Luke's concealing something behind those chocolate-brown eyes of his. I know I can be self-centered and a bit melodramatic, but I really do want to seek Your will for my life. Then maybe I'll even figure out which direction points up.

Sincerely, Andrea Jamison
High School Junior
Change-o-phobic & complete neurotic

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ISBN-13: 9781611164053
Publisher: Pelican Book Group
Publication date: 03/06/2015
Pages: 250
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.57(d)

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Andrea and the 5-Day Challenge

By Cindy K. Green

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Copyright © 2014 Cindy Green
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ISBN: 978-1-61116-405-3


"Andrea! Are you up?" It was Mom attempting to break the sound barrier again.

"Yes, Mom," I replied through my bedroom door before pushing my comforter back and wiping the sleep from my eyes. I'd had grand plans to start my day right and even get up early. (You know what they say about the best of intentions.) Guiltily, I glanced at my desk with my journal and Bible on top, which only seemed to taunt me further.

"Well, hurry up. Breakfast is almost ready. Dad wants you to get in some piano practice before school. Your recital is Saturday."

How could I possibly forget?

They reminded me of that fact at least ten times a day. What was the big deal about this recital? Wasn't it just like any other? (In my parents' minds, this will be the one that will get me noticed, and they think offers will come from all the big schools, like Julliard.)

Honestly, I didn't even know for sure if that was the life I wanted.

After plopping my size nine feet out of bed and onto the carpeted floor, I hurried over to my desk and opened my Bible. I had a few extra minutes.

October 17

So here it is, Lord: Day 1 of the Bible Study Challenge. I, Andrea Jamison, am following through on Pastor Jace's one-week challenge to get into God's Word every morning and see what awesome things You do in my life — or through my life or something. (I'm not real clear on that part, yet.) I'm even utilizing the Proverbs prayer journal Mom gifted me two months ago, which has since just been collecting dust. I know she only gave it to me so that I might actually get up early every morning and do my quiet prayer and devotion time before heading to the big building where we do all the learning. So in a sense, I'm making everyone happy with me in one fell swoop.

With homecoming on the horizon at school, I have a sinking feeling I'm going to need all the help I can get. I know You can work miracles, and really I'm not asking for one, but please if I can spend one more day (or even a hundred) not making a complete fool of myself that would be great. Now I have to cut this short and get in some piano practice. Really, if I could ask for anything it would be the ability to freeze time, then I might actually get everything done.

Nugget of Truth from my reading this morning: Proverbs 1:7 The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and instruction.

* * *

Later that morning, without incident, I made it to school. Homecoming banners twirled in the breeze. I met up with my friends and even attended a couple classes, but I should have known it was all just the calm before the storm.

"Andrea, look, he's right there. It's the perfect time. No one else is around."

I pressed my back into the lockers around the corner from the transfer student, Luke Ryan. My eyes fluttered closed as my heart raced. This was exactly what I feared. Help me now, Lord!

There must be something in the crisp, autumn air just as the pumpkins ripen and the days grow short which infects the hearts and minds of students everywhere. I thought my best friend, Amy Appleby, and I were immune, but obviously, I'd been mistaken as she attempted to contaminate me, too.

"Amy, please, stop." I looked through Amy's oval-shaped, frameless glasses and into her golden brown eyes. "I am not — I repeat — I am not now, or ever, going to ask Luke Ryan out and definitely not to homecoming. I'm not even going to the banquet. It's lame." Yes, a banquet, because at Aubrey Christian Academy we didn't have dances.

"You only say that because you haven't been asked."

I replied with a scowling look. Of course, no one had asked me. No shocker there. And I wasn't about to change that fact by asking Luke out on the spur of the moment in the middle of the north hallway. Frankly, I hadn't any interest in going. At least, I didn't think so.

Not to be put off, Amy continued. "I'm just saying, you better hurry and make up your mind before someone else swoops in and beats you to it."

I was ready to respond, but the warning bell rang before I could answer. The clamor around the hallway increased as locker doors slammed and my fellow students — the majority of whom had dressed Caribbean style for Spirit Week — scurried to their third period classes.

And there I stood with my mouth still hanging open just as Luke walked by. With his backpack slung over his right shoulder, he glanced at me with a slight smile. OK, I couldn't deny he was kind of cute: tall, athletic, sun-lightened brown hair, and dark eyes. And a senior.

"You can close your mouth now, Andrea," spoke Amy with an annoying grin.

I plopped my mouth closed and shook my head "no" to her, knowing exactly what she was thinking. She knew better than anyone that I have incurable Change-o-phobia. Did she forget the freak-out in eighth grade when my mom surprised me by painting my entire room what was supposed to be a restful, sunset-like yellow? It turned out to be the color of macaroni and cheese. And then, there was that one particular incident last spring. I shuddered at the memory. Asking Luke to homecoming would be too big a change for my neurotic system.

The vice-principal, Mrs. Jenkins, with heels clipping along the vinyl floor of the hallway, approached. "Come on, girls. Don't you have classes waiting for you?"

Uuh! Who could think of classes at a moment like this? Ever since the incident, I'd steered clear of most school activities. Did I want to break my solemn vow and re-enter the world where people attended homecoming and other functions? What was I thinking?

It was Amy. She'd tainted my brain. She knew I wasn't interested in a date for homecoming and all that it required. It wasn't my style. It wasn't hers, either ... usually.

We didn't chase boys or go to date-required activities. We had more important things on our agenda. Things like signing up for transcript enhancing extra-curriculars, planning for the Christmas Break missions trip, and maybe even making it through the eleventh grade without another tardy to class. On top of all that, I had my recital to think about. The agenda did not include me stepping out of my comfort zone and asking a cute, popular guy to homecoming.

"Come on, Miss Indecisive." Amy broke into my contemplation.

"Miss what?"

She grabbed my arm and led me down the hall. "If we're late to Boeker's class again, we'll get detention, for sure."

My gaze took in another poster hanging in the hallway stating the theme for homecoming — Written in the Stars.

I'll tell you what's "written in the stars." I, Andrea Renee Jamison, would never find my name attached to Luke Ryan's.

* * *

That afternoon I sat at a table surrounded by my lunchtime crew — my friends since elementary school. Amy was next to me. Angie Horowitz, the artist who had sworn off men, sat in front of us, with Alisha Andrews beside her. Yes, we were the four As: Andrea, Amy, Angie, and Alisha. A-Company (yes, just like in the army) was what they called us in fourth grade. Of course, that had been because our previous military-trained teacher had placed us in the same reading group, and we discovered how much we all loved to read.

When we were eleven, we even started a book club and called ourselves the A-Company Girls. Our reading choices at that time were totally dissimilar, with Angie devouring every Judy Blume book on the market, Amy quoting Louisa May Alcott, and Alisha sticking with teen romances. And I ... I was transfixed with Little House on the Prairie and anything with a horse in it.

Now in the eleventh grade, we were still friends and occasionally met for book club meetings, even though we were no longer in the same social stratum. However, we'd made a pact back in ninth that no matter what, we'd spend lunch together. So, this table had been designated for A-Company — not that we called each other that at school or anything.

"Mike McCutcheon asked me to homecoming," Alisha announced just before taking a bite of her salad. She looked so cool and calm, with not one bead of sweat on her immaculate, smooth forehead

"I assume you said yes," Angie responded in her usual sarcastic manner as she flipped a strand of her long, blue-streaked auburn hair over her shoulder and rolled her hazel eyes.

Alisha didn't have to answer. Her perfectly curled eyelashes twitched in such a way above her blue eyes that we all knew exactly what her answer had been. And why wouldn't Mike, an attractive football player, have asked her out? Alisha was beautiful and smart. I have seriously never even seen a zit on her face — ever! And that is perfectly all right. She's my friend.

I'm glad the endowment fairies were kind to her. Endowment Fairies, you know, those flitting creatures who endow you with your inalienable rights to looks, smarts, and abilities. They'd been particularly absent in my case.

"Well, Andrea is going to ask Luke Ryan," said Amy, out of the blue.

My head snapped up from my cafeteria-provided lunch. "Whh ..." was my pathetic attempt at speech.

Angie and Alisha's enthusiastic responses outplayed my wimpy reaction.

"Really?" said Alisha.

"Cool," Angie replied, far louder than I would have liked.

Finally, I found my voice. "Now wait a minute, Amy. I never said —"

"What do you all think?" Amy interrupted me.

All three of them turned to look at Luke, only two tables away.

It was like a slasher movie playing before my eyes, and I could do nothing to stop the horrendous events from unfolding.

They were smiling at him in unison just as he happened to look our way. Being the sweet guy that he is, Luke smiled back. He didn't seem embarrassed by the attention.

I, however, really wished an alien spaceship would beam me up. That seemed less noticeable and embarrassing than all my friends staring and smiling at this guy whom I was never, ever, ever going to ask out.

Luke Ryan hung out with the jocks at Aubrey Christian Academy since starting school two months ago. He and his mother had just moved to North Carolina from California after his parents' horrible split-up. Luke had gone statewide All-star in baseball at his last school. He had hair which naturally formed in neat folds around his forehead. His complexion appeared clear, his eyes yummy, and his clothes expensive.

Therefore, no way on earth would he ever accept my invite to the homecoming banquet. To believe otherwise would be living in a fantasy world. Not with my fashion-challenged wardrobe, mossy green eyes, and this shoulder-length, impossible mousy-brown hair. There's nothing all that interesting about me. I can't dribble a ball or do a handstand. I'm not a fanged creature of the night, nor am I in love with one. I really had little to no reputation.

Aubrey Christian Academy had been around for at least fifty years and had over nine hundred students from Kindergarten to twelfth grade. I was just one of the many. To the cool kids, I was the equivalent of being invisible. I liked it that way. It was better than when a couple girls in my third grade class started calling me goody-goody just because I wouldn't steal candy from the student store.

"I think it's a great idea," said Alisha. "Mike's friends with Luke. He could ask Luke if he's interested."

Yikes! Heat flashed into my face as I returned to the conversation. She wouldn't actually do such a thing, would she?

"Uh, no thanks, Alisha. Amy is mistaken. I am not asking Luke Ryan to homecoming. I told her so this morning." I sipped soda through a straw, trying to look nonchalant.

"Oh, why not?" asked Angie. The man-hater rested her chin on her propped up hand. "He doesn't seem like the usual pinheads around here masquerading as teenagers of the male persuasion."

I was looking at him and there was still no reason to utterly humiliate myself.

Luke had resumed his conversation with his sports buddies. He swiped a hand through his bangs, brushing the hair back from his face.

Yeah, he was a hottie, and while I'd thought him cute before, I'd never considered him serious dating-material. Ha! As if! We were just friends. I'd even helped Luke out in Geometry. Yes, my worst subject, but he was even more lost and taking it for the second time in his high school career. I'd never been embarrassed around him before, but now the sight of him made my whole body tremble. What had my friends done to me?

Then I caught sight of something even more alarming.

Dion Washington, senior and football quarterback, smiled, and then winked one of his dark, dreamy eyes at ... Amy.

My friend Amy — who is like, the most well-read girl in school, won the Bible verse plaque three times in a row, and will probably end up our valedictorian next year — had hardly spoken ten words to Dion, and he was flirting with her.

Then it got worse when she smiled back.

The world had turned topsy-turvy (a term my grandmother commonly uses to describe the trend of current events). I needed to get away from it all. "You know what? I forgot. I have something I have to do before next period." I stood rather rigidly and grabbed my tray filled with my uneaten lunch. "I'll see y'all later."

Angie and Alisha said goodbye and began studying their notes for the test on The Scarlet Letter. My entire private life appeared to be on public display. At least, they were no longer focused on me and my social life — or lack thereof.

I stepped away from the bench and Amy joined me on my trek over to the trashcan. She walked in step, staying very close. "Why? Just tell me why?" She lowered her voice as she spoke, with her sincere gaze pointed right at me.

"Why, what?" I whispered. Of course, the loud reverberating sounds of the cafeteria made my words almost inaudible.

"You know what. Why won't you ask Luke to homecoming?"

"For one thing, I have a piano recital on Saturday. I don't even have time to go."

"Your recital is in the morning, long before the football game. That gives you plenty of time to get yourself ready for the banquet and maybe even attend the game and ceremony."

"My parents will probably take me out to dinner later. I told you, I just don't have the time."

"Your parents will gladly forgo a meal for a school activity, and you know it."

"Have you met my parents? They'll freak if they think my time will be taken up with a boy instead of piano practice. Besides, you know they frown on the whole idea of my dating."

"So don't focus on the date. Explain to them that homecoming is a ... a necessary juncture in the furtherance of your high school experience which will deepen your appreciation of the community at large." Amy had a habit of flinging out some such diatribe at me like it should all make sense.

I clapped my mouth closed. Really, how do you respond to something like that? "They wouldn't buy it. Besides, I have a big Geometry test next week. I have to study."

"Now you're just making up completely irrelevant excuses." She was right.

I'd spouted off my last and final argument. Well, the best defense is a good offense. "Tell me why you want me to ask him out so much? You're beginning to make me wonder if you have an ulterior motive or something." I dumped my lunch in the trash, and then folded my arms while trying to look my most cross.

Her expression turned incredulous. "Me?" She pressed the fingers of her left hand into her chest. "What motive could I have except hoping my best friend would have a fun time?"

"Call me old-fashioned, but why should I pull a Sadie Hawkins on him, and why Luke, of all people?"

"He's new, and he might not be sure about asking anyone out. So, it's only kind and charitable for you to ask him." Hmm, she'd obviously given this a lot of thought.

Which had me worried. "It's my duty. Is that what you're trying to say?"

"Exactly." Her fair head nodded, but there was something unusual in her expression, which made me wonder. What was going on in that genius brain? She eyed me.


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ReadersFavorite More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Paul F. Murray for Readers' Favorite Andrea and The Five-Day Challenge by Cindy K. Green is a delightful journey through the life of Andrea Jamison, age 16 (almost 17), at the Aubrey Christian Academy in North Carolina. Andrea’s parents, perhaps trying to live their dreams through Andrea, want her to “focus, focus, focus” upon practicing her piano playing so that she can get into a special school for dramatic arts and, hopefully, land a position at the Julliard School. Not only that, but Andrea’s parents don’t want her to date, or go to events like the homecoming dance, until she is 18 years old. Are these parents for real? Into this mix comes handsome senior athlete Luke Ryan, freshly arrived from southern California. Luke helps Andrea pick up her dropped books one day and he is instantly smitten with her, as Andrea’s three friends keep pointing out to her. The problem is, Andrea has an incredibly poor self-image, and she is a little dense, as she fails to see how much Luke cares for her and she can hardly believe that debonair Luke Ryan could ever fall for a girl like her, rather than school snob Stephanie from the cheerleading squad. So will Andrea and Luke get together? I thoroughly enjoyed Andrea and The Five-Day Challenge by Cindy K. Green. The novel’s target audience — teenage girls — will recognize themselves in Andrea’s friends, but hopefully not entirely in Andrea herself. Cindy K. Green knows how to keep readers turning the pages, chapter after chapter, to see if Andrea can ever overcome her poor self-image and get that Luke fella.
Anne_Baxter_Campbell More than 1 year ago
This is a delightful YA novel, the first I have read by Cindy K Green, and I am definitely impressed! Now I realize I'm somewhat past my teen years, but if I were a teen I would love this book. Oh, might as well admit it--I'm not that young but I still loved it. Andrea Jamison is the typical awkward-feeling teen girl. Sixteen going fast on seventeen, she's pretty sure she's the ugliest girl in school, not to mention a dweeb of the most awfully boring life imaginable. She's not in the popular set--well, some of her friends are, but still. One of the four A's (Andrea, Amy, Angie, and Alisha) since the fourth grade, she was the most backward. Yet Amy thought she, Andrea the Dork, should ask the most popular guy in the school, Luke Ryan, to Homecoming. Sure. Like if she ever dared to do that he wouldn't turn her down in a split second. Yes, they were friends, but no way would Luke think of her that way. Besides, her parents didn't want her to date until she was eighteen. They wanted her to focus on the piano. The big recital is Saturday, the same day as Homecoming. Her parents believe she has a huge chance to go to one of the big musical schools, like Julliard, and representatives of a high school with a musical focus (there was that word again) would be there. So you see, no way could she go with Luke. Not even if he asked her three times. Really.
MarianneEvans More than 1 year ago
I think what I enjoyed most about Andrea and the 5-Day Challenge is that she reminds me of me when I was a teen—quirky but hopeful. Andrea’s life is a roller coaster,  overwhelming at times—but she paves her way through challenges and doubts  by leaning on her friends, her faith and a wonderful young man who sweeps into her life. With humor and heart, Cindy K Green puts right in the middle of Andrea’s world, which is a treat. I love finding great YA books like this one that are geared toward Christians. Can’t wait for what comes next at Aubrey Christian Academy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
For anyone that's been following me for any length of time, knows that I'm pretty picky when it comes to books...And to e-books! As a matter of fact, I'm not a big fan of e-books....But this book pleasantly surprised me! This YA/Contemporary/Christian book is about a girl named Andrea. Right now, her life isn't exactly going as planned and she's super stressed out. In the midst of her chaotic life, she's reading through a 5 Day Challenge and she's not sure whether or not it's working for her! Going through this spiritual and emotional journey with Andrea was like riding a crazy (good) rollercoaster full of surprises and tests. I don't have anything wrong to say about it!Seriously guys, you must check out this book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
"Andrea and the five day challenge" by Cindy K.Green is a must read for all young adult readers. The author really lets you feel like  you are right there by your characters side and feel what they feel and get emotional with them as their problems and experience unfold.  And also adding Andrea doing the 5 day challenge while going through all of that emotional turmoil really completed the book. The protagonist, Andrea, helped by the A-Company will steal your hearts as they did mine.  I highly recommend this book to anybody who needs a great read.