Rules for Secret Keeping (Mix Series)

Rules for Secret Keeping (Mix Series)

by Lauren Barnholdt


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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781416980216
Publisher: Aladdin
Publication date: 10/04/2011
Series: Mix Series
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 697,256
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.60(h) x 0.90(d)
Age Range: 9 - 13 Years

About the Author

Lauren Barnholdt is the author of the teen novels The Thing About the Truth, Sometimes It Happens, One Night That Changes Everything, Two-way Street, Right of Way, and Watch Me. She is also the author of the middle grade novels The Secret Identity of Devon Delaney, Devon Delaney Should Totally Know Better, Four Truths and a Lie, Rules for Secret-Keeping, Fake Me a Match, and the Girl Meets Ghost series. She lives in Waltham, Massachusetts. Visit her at

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ON THE FIRST DAY OF SEVENTH GRADE, I open my locker before homeroom to find a note from Eric Niles, which says the following:

Dear Samantha,

You look really pretty today.


Your Secret Admirer

In kindergarten, Eric and I got seated next to each other by accident when the teacher thought I was a boy, since they’d mistakenly printed “Sam” on the class list instead of my full name, “Samantha.” Eric didn’t want to sit next to a girl, so he burst into tears, and then I burst into tears, and Eric felt so bad that at recess he picked me a dandelion flower and asked me to marry him. Ever since then, he’s been kind of like my stalker. But not the really crazy kind you have to get a restraining order against or anything. More like the slightly obsessive, slightly annoying kind you roll your eyes at and try to tolerate.

“Is that from Eric?” my best friend, Daphne, says, coming up behind me. She peers over my shoulder at the paper. “How does he know you look really pretty today? Has he even seen you yet?” She takes a good look at my first-day-of-school outfit—jean skirt, leggings, black-and-white-striped top, and huge earrings. “Although you do look pretty cute.”

“Daphne, this is Eric we’re talking about.” I place the note back in my locker and slam it shut. “Since when has sanity ever been his thing?”


“And why does he always sign them ‘Your Secret Admirer’?” I ask. “I know it’s him. I recognize his handwriting.”

“I think you’re too hard on him,” Daphne says. “He’s not that bad. Last year in math, I was constantly asking him if I could borrow some paper, and he never even once got mad.”

“Daphne, he eats paste.”

“He hasn’t done that since third grade,” Daphne says. And then her green eyes crinkle up at the edges and she gives me a look. One of those looks people give you when they’ve figured something out that you don’t necessarily want them to know, and now they’re going to tease you about it. “Oohh,” she says. “I know what this is about. This is about Jake.”

I try to look haughty. “No, it isn’t!” I bend down and pretend to be tying my shoe so she doesn’t see the look that’s running across my face, which basically means that, yes, it is about Jake. “Have you seen him yet?” I straighten up and shrug my shoulders. “Just, you know, out of curiosity.”

“Nope,” Daphne says. “Guess he’s not here yet.”

Jake’s our best friend. Well, he was our best friend, until the end of last year when suddenly I decided that he and I should be more than best friends. (This was spurred on by what I like to call The Scandalous Skateboard Incident, or TSSI for short. Daphne doesn’t like referring to it as TSSI since she thinks it sounds kind of like a disease. Ever since Daphne’s orthodontist told her she might have TMJ, which is some kind of teeth-grinding affliction, she doesn’t like referring to things by their initials. Medical conditions make her nervous.)

The Scandalous Skateboard Incident (or TSSI for those who aren’t freaked out by anagrams that may or may not remind them of diseases) happened at the beginning of the summer, right before Jake left for camp. One night, he invited me and Daphne over to his house to skateboard. This wasn’t the scandalous part—Jake was always inviting Daphne and me over to skateboard, although none of us actually skateboarded except him. Usually we’d sit on his porch and read magazines while Jake constructed some sort of ramp or obstacle course in his garage. Then Jake would emerge and try to do stunts on whatever sort of contraption he’d built.

Anyway, on the day of TSSI, Jake was in his garage building a ramp out of some drywall and a traffic cone that he said he’d ordered off the internet, but that I think he stole when he got his driveway paved in the spring, and Daphne and I said we were leaving, because we were bored of reading magazines. And then Jake said, no, no, the ramp was done, and we should all go out into the road and watch him try it out. Daphne and I agreed, since we actually do like to watch Jake skateboard (he always does lots of tricks and flips and then we get to give him a score on a scale of one to ten, kind of like Olympic judges), we just don’t like waiting around while he builds things.

So we all traipsed out to the road, and Jake set up the ramp, and after a few times of having to move it since cars were coming, we had it all set and ready to go. And Jake started off down the street so he could build up speed, and he came racing toward the ramp, and then he went up, up, up, and jumped a little bit in the air to grab the bottom of his board, and then floated down to the ground and skated to a stop right in front of us. It was amazing, exactly like something you’d see on one of those crazy extreme sports shows on TV.

So then I said that I wanted to try it, and Jake and Daphne both gave me a look, because I am very uncoordinated and also because I had never once shown any interest in skateboarding. But Jake also looked impressed, and so I got on the board, but when I went over the ramp, I got thrown off somehow and ended up on the pavement with a scraped elbow and a slightly bloody lip.

Jake and Daphne rushed over, and when I looked up, I don’t know what it was, but Jake was bent over me and the sun was shining, making a halo of light behind his head, and he looked so cute and concerned, and something started in my heart and I knew then that nothing would ever be the same. Okay, so that’s dramatic, but I knew that I liked him, at least. But then I had to go home because I was bleeding, and Jake left the next morning for camp and I haven’t seen him since. Daphne says maybe the only reason I think I like him is because I had a brain injury when I fell off that skateboard.

“In fact,” Daphne’s saying now, “I haven’t really seen anyone from our school yet.”

Our locker and homeroom numbers were sent to us over the summer, in an effort to “limit confusion on the first day of school,” and so all around us, kids are running up and down the halls, looking for their lockers. All the elementary schools in the district feed into Millboro Middle School, but so far, except for Daphne, I haven’t seen one familiar face. Daphne and I survey the chaos in front of us, searching for people we know.

“Oh, look!” I say. “There’s Ronald Hughes!” We watch as Ronald Hughes, a kid from our elementary school, runs down the hall, screaming, “Welcome to middle school!” and making ape noises. Hmm. Not exactly the best representation of our elementary school, but whatever.

“Wow,” Daphne says. “He really does sound like an ape.” Ronald adds a stomp to his routine, and now people are actually moving out of his way and staring. I can’t help but feel a little bit of pride. I do know him, after all.

“Oh!” Daphne says as Ronald disappears around the corner at the end of the hall. “I almost forgot. Look what I made you.” She opens her binder and pulls out a piece of shiny pink paper. “It’s an advertisement for your secret-passing business.”

I look down at the flyer.


Save yourself the embarrassment and pass your secret through me, Samantha Carmichael. Drop your secret along with a dollar into locker number 321, and it will be delivered to the recipient of your choice. **YOUR SECRET WILL NOT BE READ.**

Please do not forget to specify a name, as it is impossible to deliver secrets without knowing who they are for.

To ensure confidentiality, you may want to consider disguising your handwriting or printing your secret from a computer.

“These are awesome!” I squeal, running my finger over the navy blue letters.

“I figured we could hang these up around school, since a lot of the kids from the other schools won’t have heard of you.”

Last year, in sixth grade, I started my own secret-passing business. Basically, kids would leave a note in my locker along with a dollar, and I’d pass the note to whomever they wanted. I never read the secrets, and it was totally anonymous. By the end of the year I’d made enough money to buy myself an iPod and pretty much a whole new wardrobe.

The bell rings then, and Daphne carefully places the sheet back into her binder. “Do you wanna hang out tonight?” she asks, as the throng of kids around us starts moving in an effort to get to homeroom. “We could discuss the day.”

“Can’t,” I say. “I’m going into the city for my photo shoot.” Recently I found out that I’m going to be featured in an upcoming issue of You Girl magazine (motto: America’s number one tween magazine) as one of the finalists for its Young Entrepreneur of the Year award. My dad entered me in the competition a few months ago, and last week we got the call that I made it through to the next round. It’s supposedly this really big deal, with a big banquet in a few weeks to pick the winner. I’m excited, but it’s also a little nerve-racking. Last year’s winner sold cloth bracelets or something to help the situation in Darfur. All I do is pass scandals and gossip. So not the same thing.

“I’ll call you later, then,” Daphne says. Then she grabs my arm, looks me in the eyes, and says, “Good luck” very dramatically before turning on her heel and heading in the direction of her homeroom. I take a deep breath and turn toward my own homeroom, room 167. Here goes nothing.

© 2010 Lauren Barnholdt

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Rules for Secret Keeping 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 91 reviews.
Kellie Smetana More than 1 year ago
i'm a 12 year old girl and i loved! it is a definite must read for girls around my age that need a little laugh. i definitly reccomend!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am a 12 year girl and this is now one of my favorite books!It is amazing!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just sstarted reading this book and it's great. I love the humor!!!!! Totally reccomend!!
Renee Lancaster More than 1 year ago
im A 8 year old gril and my friend recomed it to me l loved it i am glad she recomed it yo me and i would recomend it to anyone
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
im 12 yrs ild and i LOVE tis book. its really good. lauren batnholdt is an awesome writer. i totally recommend to girls 11 and up.
Pay750 More than 1 year ago
I loved the book it was hard to put the book down I read it in 2 and a 1/2 days. It is a great book for kids and teens. Love the book it has Romance,friendship,mystery,and Laughter. You will love it!
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So far ive read the 2 devon delaney books, and four truths and a lie, which seems boring in the beginning, but you otta get inti it. Anywayd, just bought this and im excited cuz WHO DOESNT LOVE LOLO!?!?! ;)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was hard to put thi book down!!!! I really loved this book
thereaderseyes More than 1 year ago
i couldnt put this book down for like one second. i read it in 2 and 1/2 days!! it was soooo good!!!
Rachel Klemm More than 1 year ago
this book is a really good book. it shows passion, andi recommend this book to all.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this book. It has a really cool plot and its easy to get into. You should definitley read it!
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This book is an awesome read and really keeps you wondering what's going to happen next! Definitely get this!
Elana Grindrod More than 1 year ago
Im an 11 year old girl who loves to read and i've only read the sample but it seems like a really good book!!!!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is so sweet im 11yrs old and this book like something i can look up to,it makes me feel confident
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I think that this book is a mix of comedy and lots of romance. I have one request...WRITE A SEQUAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
prkcs on LibraryThing 7 months ago
Thirteen-year-old Samantha faces some stiff competition when a new friend is interested in the same boy Samantha has a crush on, and another girl starts an internet version of her business of passing secrets, unread, from one classmate to another.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I actually read this book when i was younger but now that i read it again I LOVE IT EVEN MORE!!!!! I never could guess what Samantha would do next to keep her own secrets. I also love the crush Samantha has on Jake because it is realistic and i can rekate to it!! Please bread this book you won't regret it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really it is! :)
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Omg best book ever! I am 11 and I am into romance it was g-r-e-a-t!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love ghe ending.Can there be a second book?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Im turning 11 and this book is soooooo good i totally reccomend this book. It is the best book you will ever read!!!!!!!
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