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I hadn't even gotten to homeroom yet and I'd already discovered five hard truths about junior high:
1. My best friend had turned pretty.
2. She didn't know it yet.
3. It wouldn't be long before she did.
4. That knowledge would change everything between us.
5. And there wasn't a thing I could do about it.
It's the first day of seventh grade. Is Jessica Darling doomed for dorkdom?
New York Times bestselling author Megan McCafferty's hilarious new novel will have you laughing, cringing, and cheering for Jessica Darling as she learns that being herself beats being popular, pretty & perfect any day.
About the Author
Megan McCafferty is the New York Times bestselling author of the Jessica Darling series, Bumped, and Thumped. Her work has received honors from the American Library Association and the New York Public Library. She lives in Princeton, New Jersey, with her husband and son.
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Jessica Darling's It List
The (Totally Not) Guaranteed Guide to Popularity, Prettiness & Perfection
By Megan McCafferty
Little, Brown Books for Young ReadersCopyright © 2013 Megan McCafferty
All rights reserved.
What happens when EVERYTHING you know about ANYTHING is ALL WRONG?
That's what I'm about to find out.
Today is the last day of summer. I'm supposed to start seventh grade tomorrow. I say "supposed" to start seventh grade because I don't know if I can show up for my first day so tragically unprepared for Pineville Junior High.
My sister would say otherwise. She'd argue that I'm way better off now than I was before I received her big sisterly wisdom. She promises that if I follow her must-do IT List I won't merely survive junior high—I'll thrive.
And she would know better than anyone what it takes to make it in seventh grade. Ten years ago Bethany Darling was the IT Girl at Pineville Junior High School. All the boys wanted to date her and all the girls wanted to be her. I was only a baby at the time, but I've seen the pictures and I swear her life was as perfect as a shampoo commercial.
My life isn't like a shampoo commercial. But don't feel bad for me because it isn't like the educational films about bullying that we're forced to watch during Be Kind to Each Other week at school either. I have plenty of friends. And until my sister gave me the IT List, my best friend, Bridget, was the one freaking out about starting junior high—not me. I guess if I had to describe myself, I'd say I'm very witty, medium pretty, and a little bit zitty. I'm not the worst off but there's definitely room for improvement.
So when Bethany surprised me this morning by taking time out of her busy social schedule to give me life-changing advice before my first day of seventh grade, I wasn't exactly in a position to refuse. Besides, Bridget is in a state of total discombobulation about junior high. I figured I could share any valuable information that could help her, uh, recombobulate. If such a thing is even possible.
"It must be so hard to have your big sister away at college during such an important time in your life," Bethany said with a cluck of her tongue and a sympathetic shake of her head.
Despite my best efforts, my sister and I have never really been that close. That's what happens when you're born in different decades. When she was my age, I was still wetting my pants. That will put a wedge in any relationship. I've always admired my sister from afar in the same sort of way Bridget looks up to certain celebrities. We see the teensiest bit of ourselves in our idols, but their lives are so glamorously out of touch with our boring reality.
"The transition from elementary school to junior high school can't be taken lightly," Bethany continued. "The choices you make during the next two years directly affect your popularity in high school, which directly affects your popularity in college, which directly affects what sorority you get into, which directly affects who you meet and who you marry, which directly affects your popularity every day thereafter until you die."
Bethany paused just long enough for the seriousness of her speech to sink in.
"Choices. So many choices."
Then she dramatically took me by the shoulders.
"So many chances to make so! many! mistakes!"
I'm not exaggerating when I say a shiver shot up my spine when she said that and not just because she grabbed me so hard my back was thrown out of whack.
"And that's why I'm going to share my wisdom with you, my little sister."
Then she patted me on the head, which was kind of funny because I'm already as tall as she is and she had to reach up to do it. Then, with the grace of a professional game show hostess, she reached into her designer handbag and pulled out a three-by-five card. She teasingly dangled the small piece of paper in front of my grabby fingers before finally letting me have it.
Here! In my hands! The sacred document containing all the secrets to a lifetime of awesomeness! I thought.
Until I actually looked at it.
"Uh, your old Pineville Junior High Cheer Team travel schedule?"
"The life-changing advice is on the back," Bethany said with a deep sigh, as if this were the most obvious thing in the world.
And when I did the most obvious thing in the world—flip it over to see the life-changing advice for myself—she slapped my hand away.
"Ow!" I cried, rubbing my stinging wrist. "Why not now?"
"You need to take in this life-changing advice all on your own, without me there to spell it out for you." She spoke sagely. "That's part of the process."
I stared down at the card in my hand. What sort of life-changing advice could be on the flip side of a decade-old Pineville Junior High Cheer Team travel schedule? How much could there possibly be to spell out? There's barely enough room to spell out G-O, J-E-S-S-I-C-A!
My sister pulled a pouty face.
"Why am I not being embraced with gratitude right now? Why am I not being celebrated as the most awesome big sister of all time? Why am I feeling like the recipient of this great life-changing advice does not appreciate the gift I have given her?"
"Thank you, Bethany. Seriously. But ..."
Bethany checked the time, already more concerned about leaving than actually being here.
"Hey, has the mail arrived yet?" she asked.
And before I could say yes, she was already at the front door, elbow deep in the mailbox. She rifled through the catalogs, bills, and miscellaneous junk, sighed, and then put the whole stack back.
"Are you looking for something?" I asked.
"No!" she yelped. "I mean, yes!" She relaxed and pinched my cheek. "I mean, mind your own business, Little Miss Seventh Grader!"
Bethany gets all jumpy when she's in Pineville for too long, and I could tell she was beyond eager to head back to campus before my parents even realized she was home. Bethany loves college so much that she's taking a fifth year to graduate.
"I just can't imagine how whatever is on the back of this card is going to change my life."
Bethany tossed all her blond hair over from one shoulder to the other.
"Are you questioning my authority? I was voted Most Popular, Prettiest, and Miss Perfect in the Pineville Junior High yearbook. If I'm not an expert on such matters, then who is?"
She had a point there. I followed her off the front porch, followed her down the driveway, and followed her to her boyfriend's convertible. At that moment I would've followed her anywhere. Bethany has that effect on people. If I follow her rules, will I have that effect on people? Is that what it means to be popular?
"Didn't you keep a diary that, I don't know, explains how ..."
My sister cut me off with knowing laughter.
"Popular girls don't keep diaries, because they're too busy being popular to write about being popular," she said, opening the car door and sliding inside. "Which is a shame because popular girls are the ones with juicy stuff worth reading."
I'd actually considered buying a diary to document the momentous occasion that was the start of seventh grade. Bethany just saved me $1.99.
"Just follow my advice and remember who you are," Bethany said with familiar finality as she fluffed her hair in the rearview mirror. "You're a Darling."
"I'm a Darling," I repeated.
"Darlings aren't dorks!"
Then Bethany slipped on a pair of dark sunglasses and backed out of the driveway.
The irony is this: I wasn't at all worried about being a seventh-grade dork until my sister said that.CHAPTER 2
Bethany Darling's IT List
The Guaranteed Guide to Popularity, Prettiness & Perfection
1. Wear something different every day.
2. Make the CHEER TEAM!!!
3. Pick your first boyfriend wisely.
4. Stick with the IT clique.
Twenty words (I'm counting "!!!" as its own word) written on the back of a Pineville Junior High CHEER TEAM!!! travel schedule in smudged scarlet lip liner? It reminded me of Bridget's disastrous eyebrow-plucking tutorial: so simple and yet totally impossible to follow without scarring myself in some permanent way.
I only had about ten seconds to wrap (warp?) my brain around the IT List before I heard my best friend's footsteps kicking up gravel in our driveway. I quickly hid the old schedule inside a copy of The Outsiders. That's the novel the entire incoming seventh grade was supposed to read over the summer. I'd already read it once, but I wanted it to be fresh in my head. I've heard that teachers give quizzes on the first day of school to find out right away who's a star and who's a slacker. I bet there won't be any slackers in the seventh-grade Gifted & Talented classes, though. You don't get into G&T by being a slacker.
Anyway, The Outsiders is set in the 1960s and it's all about cool versus uncool kids, which goes to show you that people have been preoccupied with popularity since the olden days, an idea that has already taken on whole new significance in my life since my sister decided to TOTALLY MESS WITH MY HEAD ON THE LAST DAY OF SUMMER BEFORE I START SEVENTH GRADE.
This was also Bridget's last day to freak out about starting seventh grade and she was going to make the most of it. Her pale skin screams red when she's under emotional duress so she came careening across the yard like a fidgety zinnia in full-bloom freak-out. She barreled through the pleasantries and got right down to business.
"Is it too late for you to change your last name?" she asked.
Did Bridget eavesdrop on the conversation with my sister from across the street? Bethany's voice was loud and clear in my ears.
You're a Darling. Darlings aren't dorks!
Bridget nervously braided and unbraided her waist-length white-blond hair as she babbled on.
"I was thinking that you could change it to something that starts with the letter M so we can at least be in the same homeroom!"
Whew. Bridget hadn't overheard my sister after all.
"Jessica Marling has a nice ring to it!"
The thing about Bridget is that I've known her my entire life and I still can never be sure when she's kidding or not.
"Why don't you change your last name?" I asked.
Bridget's last name—Milhokovich—is never pronounced correctly. Bridget has heard it so many ways (Mill-HOCK-O-vitch, Meel-HOE-KOE-vitch, Mill-HOCK-O-LOOGIE) that she answers to all of them. I'm not sure she even knows the right way to say it anymore.
"My mom just got this monogrammed for me."
She pulled her backpack off her shoulder and thrust it in my face for inspection: BMB embroidered in pale pink on hot pink canvas.
"Sooooo ... what do you think? New school, new name, new you!"
Bridget grinned hopefully, and I pretended to be blinded by sunlight bouncing off her braces.
"SHUT MOUTH. TOO BRIGHT."
I rolled myself into a ball to shield myself from the killer orthodontic glare. She retaliated by kicking me in the butt. It was all silliness for a few seconds before Bridget got dead serious.
"What if we don't have any classes together, Jess?" she worried. "I wish I wasn't so stupid!"
"Bridget!" I protested for the bazillionth time. "You aren't stupid!"
"Fine," she settled. "I'm not stupid. But I'm two points shy of Gifted and Talented and that's enough to keep me out of all your classes."
Bridget and I both took the entrance exam that determines which students get accepted into Pineville Junior High's Gifted & Talented program. I got in. Unfortunately Bridget missed the cutoff by two points. Two points! Mrs. Milhokovich called the school hoping they'd make an exception, but the spaces are limited so, no.
That two-point deficit was one of the biggest reasons why Bridget was freaked out about seventh grade.
I've tried not to be too bummed about it because I've never had problems making friends and that's kind of the point of junior high, right? To make new friends and keep the old? Isn't that what I learned in Girl Scouts before I was asked to leave the organization because one too many orders of Thin Mints were delivered with a poorly taped-up box top and a missing cookie sleeve?
(In my defense: Thin Mints are delicious and my mom is always on a diet.)
"What if no one talks to me?" Bridget worried. "Who will I talk to?"
When I heard that tiny voice, I knew it wasn't time for messing around anymore. Plus her whole body was like a sunburn, even though she had joined me in the safe shade of our oak tree. I wasn't so psyched about tomorrow either, but Bridget was my best friend and I was determined to make her feel better.
Unfortunately, this wasn't a role I was born to play. Bridget was the natural cheerer-upper, not me. Even back in our Pack 'n Play days my mom says that Bridget would offer me her pacifier, her sippy cup, even her beloved stuffed octopus when I was cranky and crying for no apparent reason. I always took whatever she was offering and calmed down. This is pretty much the way our twelve-year friendship has always worked.
There's really only been one time in her life when it was my turn to make her feel better. It was a bit disturbing that starting seventh grade seemed to upset Bridget almost as much as her parents' divorce three years ago. But I had helped her through that, so I could get her through this.
"I'll talk to you," I promised. "We'll see each other every morning on the bus to school and every afternoon on the bus home."
Bridget smiled, her face cooling to a light pink that matched the BMB embroidered on her backpack. It was working. I was making her feel better for a change.
"We'll always live across the street from each other, Bridge," I said. "You can show up at my house uninvited anytime you want."
And then I kicked her in the butt just to show her how much I really cared.CHAPTER 3
Sufficiently un-freaked-out, Bridget spent the next half hour presenting me with photos of her first-day-of-school fashion options.
We were in my dad's office, otherwise known as the Techno Dojo. Whatever the latest bleep-blooping gadget there is to have, my dad has it. He's baffled by my indifference to all things technological. He gets paid to fix computer problems all day, but I swear he would totally do it for free. I think Dad prefers computers to people.
Anyway, Bridget was bleep-blooping in front of the largest screen, all the better for side-by-side critiques of mix-and-match combinations of hairstyles, tops, bottoms, and footwear.
"So I'm pretty sure I'm almost, like, one hundred percent-ish decided that I think I've narrowed it down to these four hairstyles, these four tops, these four bottoms, and these four pairs of shoes!"
I didn't have the heart to tell her that math was against her: Just those items alone gave her 256 options. And if accessories were involved, her choices could easily run into the thousands.
She hadn't bothered asking me what I was going to wear because I pretty much have one look: a T-shirt and jeans. Mom took me shopping at the mall and after a "tempestuous debate" (her words) and a "major blowout" (my words) regarding a certain flowered skirt that was "so adorable" (her words) and "so gagtastic" (my words), we came home with a fresh supply of T-shirts and jeans in Mom-approved colors and patterns. That I'm not a fashion person is a great mystery and disappointment to my mother. Anyway, we all assumed my first-day-of-seventh-grade outfit would invariably involve a T-shirt and jeans.
That is, until I remembered #1 on the IT List.
1. Wear something different every day.
Nothing in my closet qualifies as "something different." Everything I own is from the mall. Sameness is the whole point of buying stuff at the mall. You buy stuff at the mall knowing that lots of other girls will buy the same stuff at the mall so you won't be ostracized for dressing like a freakazoid. Why would my sister encourage me to wear "something different" unless that uniqueness would have a positive impact on my popularity? Was she actually encouraging me to stand out instead of blend in?
That didn't sound like the Bethany I knew. At all. But she was the undisputed queen of junior high and I most definitely am not.
"Jess! Are you even listening to me?"
"Of course I'm listening," I lied. "That's it! Hair half-up, half-down. Striped top. Capris. Slip-ons. Awesome."
That must have been the right thing to say because Bridget blew out a huge sigh of relief. Well, at least one of us had solved our first-day-of-seventh-grade wardrobe crisis. I was about two seconds away from blabbing to Bridget about the IT List and the possible negative repercussions of my unimaginative closet when my parents' car honked for my attention.
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Not going to lie, I was not expecting much from this book. First off, its a spin off of a very popular YA series that I haven't read yet. I barely knew much about it besides the fact that the girl's name was Jessica Darling. In other words, I was scared of all the hype. But fortunately, I didn't really need to worry. From the very beginning this book was hilarious and super realistic. For it to be a MG I was lost in its pages. What made it even better for me was the way I could relate to it. See I'm a middle sister, and my older "sister" (she's my god sister but my mom basically adopted her) just turned 40 and I'm just 24. I only vaguely remembered my sister being around and when I was starting middle school and high school I didn't have anyone to help me either. I also have a little sister who's about to turn 18 in Oct and I feel like I missed her most pivotal years because I was away in college. This book definitely shows the real relationship between a girl and her older sister. It doesn't feel fake or over exaggerated in any way. As you can tell by the quotes, you can see that this book is also HILARIOUS. One of the main reasons I love MG's is because they are so funny and light and fluffy. They can get me out of a funk like no other age group. And this one was no different. I laughed out loud many times and had people giving me some weird looks, but I didn't care. It was such a great story. Overall, I was really impressed with this MG novel. The truth it held and the humorous situations were just what I needed to give me a good light and fluffy read before all the dark stuff I plan to read for Halloween! It also opened my eyes to McCafferty's writing. I will be reading the YA Jessica Darling series as soon as I can get my hands on it!
Im going into the 7th grade and this book was funny im hoping my school year will turn out like jessica's :) jk somewhat lol!
So far its AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I found this book very interesting. Im not a girlie girl at all but this book was amazing. I liked all the details and characters. Mom and dad have little parts but they seem funny and annoying. I LOVE Bethany and Jessica. They are my fav characters. I lile their personalty. I find them as cool people!! Solo1
It is great
The beginnign of the book is kid of slow so stay with it
I loved this book! I even laughed out loud at some parts. The voice was spot on and Jessica Darling is the perfect main character for a new middle grade series for girls. It took me back to those days long ago, and I know if I was in middle school this would be a book I would grab off the shelf. Can't wait for the book #2.
I love thiss book yayyyyyyy wood rec. to all g'$ ( girls)
Good book that is very fun to read
I absolutely llllooovvee this series! Cant wait for the third one!
This book is absolutely wonderful! Must read
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I like the movie alot and you can find it on Netflix and i usally like the movies better other than the book even though i love reading! I would watch the movie then the book! I am in middle school and it was a fun book to read! I do think though that it has some "popular" drama that kinda got in my way of doing school work because i would get hooked on having to be popular which is not good. Enjoy the book for whoever get it!!
I haven't read the book, but the movie was really really good, so I really want to read this!!!!!
Hilarious & heartfelt book about figuring out how to be yourself in middle school, for fans of Wendy Mass & Lisa Papademetriou. This book will make you smile. Period. It's a book full of joy, pitch-perfect middle school awkwardness, and laugh-out-loud high jinks that will keep you reading faster and faster. There is also fantastic potential for discussion here, since Jessica is trying to figure out how to survive middle school--can she be herself, or does she have to follow her pretty, popular older sister's rules? And what happens when those "rules" push her away from her friends and the things she's truly interested in? I especially urge mothers and daughters to read this together. And for fans of Megan McCafferty's original Jessica Darling series, these prequels featuring Jessica as a middle schooler are a must!
It is super good can not wait for the next one omg like bedt book ever