The Infinity Year of Avalon James

The Infinity Year of Avalon James

by Dana Middleton


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ISBN-13: 9781250129512
Publisher: Square Fish
Publication date: 10/17/2017
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 240
Sales rank: 78,708
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 7.67(h) x 0.67(d)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Dana Middleton grew up in Georgia before moving to Los Angeles to work in film and theater. She produced the Academy Award–nominated short film Down on the Waterfront and was part of the award-winning cast of La Gioconda, while nurturing her real passion of writing for children. She lives in sunny Hollywood with her British husband, author Peter Atkins. The Infinity Year of Avalon James is her first book.

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The Infinity Year of Avalon James

By Dana Middleton

Feiwel and Friends

Copyright © 2016 Dana Middleton
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-08569-6


My name is Avalon James and this is my Infinity Year.

The Infinity Year is such a secret thing that hardly anybody knows about it. But this is how it works. When you turn ten years old (like I did on May 29), you start your Infinity Year. I looked up Infinity Year in the dictionary and found nothing. I did find the definition for the word Infinity, though. It means "endless" or "forever."

There's one main rule to the Infinity Year. You can only talk about it with your best friend. Luckily, my best friend, Atticus, is ten years old, too. If we keep to this rule, and only talk about it with each other and nobody else, we will each develop a magical power before the year is out. It's called our Infinity Year power and it will disappear forever on the day we turn eleven. That means I will have my magical power for fourteen days longer than Atticus because he is fourteen days older than me.

It's been almost three months since my tenth birthday and I haven't gotten my Infinity power yet. I haven't levitated off the ground or turned Elena Maxwell into a bullfrog. I even tried to trade places with my cat, Marmalade (M for short), like in some kind of weird animal-girl body switch movie. So far, I'm still a girl but I am a little afraid of waking up in the body of a mighty fur-ball-hacking cat. Writing with paws could prove difficult.

Neither Atticus nor I had ever heard of the Infinity Year until last spring. Atticus believed in it right away. Of course he did. That's how he is. He has no lie detector whatsoever. It's not like he's dumb or anything. Atticus is supremely smart — about most things. Like books and Titanic trivia. He just sees the best in everybody. Even when he shouldn't.

I, on the other hand, am the kind of person who generally likes to see something first before I believe it. Just because someone says something doesn't mean it's true. And at first I wasn't sure I believed in this Infinity Year business. But it came from a very reliable source — from the most trustworthy person I have ever known. So I'm inclined to believe there must be some truth to it. And I like the idea of having a magical power.

I also like the idea of not being nine anymore. Being nine years old was extremely unlucky for me. I wish I could have skipped that year altogether. Atticus said it was the year I had to grow up too fast.

He was right.

Over the past summer, as our Infinity Year started, things began to feel more normal again. I had left being nine years old behind and was starting to get used to the way things were at ten. My cat, M, was there for me. So was Atticus. Mom was working long hours at the hospital but she was trying. She really was. And I was starting to feel better.

Then we went to our school open house.

In our school — that would be Grover Cleveland K–8 — all the parents and kids go to the school open house the week before school starts. Mr. Peterson, our principal, talks to everyone from the stage of the Grover Cleveland Lunchroom and Auditorium and tells us everything we are supposed to know about the year to come.

This year we were starting fifth grade. As usual, Atticus and I sat next to each other in the assembly and didn't really listen to Mr. Peterson. Atticus was drawing an infinity sign above my knee when his mother, Mrs. Brightwell, pulled the pen out of his hand. On nights like these, Mrs. Brightwell and my mother never sat next to each other. Atticus and I always sat between them. My father used to say that, in the jigsaw puzzle of life, Mrs. Brightwell and my mom were pieces that just didn't fit.

I have gone to this school my whole life. In fact, I am somewhat famous here for three main reasons.

First, M won third prize at our school animal talent show. She excels in coughing up the biggest fur balls in known cat history. The Arcadia Weekly Herald put a picture of M, her fur balls, and me right on the back page.

Second, I took a particular photo of Elena Maxwell and posted it on the fourth-grade bulletin board last year. Elena, who is always dressed better than anybody else, somehow wore white pants with American flag underwear underneath them. How did I know? When she was leaning over her art project, American flag held high, everyone knew. It was just my idea to take a picture of it. Because a picture lasts forever. I named the photo Elena Maxwell: True American and gave myself a photo credit just like they do in the big magazines. Unfortunately, Mrs. Bennett wasn't amused and removed it immediately. I don't know why. It's a well-known fact that Elena Maxwell is my nemesis and that I am hers. We are nemeses. It is also a well-known fact that she has done far worse to me.

Lastly ...

Well, there is a third reason that people know about me but I don't want to talk about that one yet. It's what made being nine so bad.

The open house assembly lasted forever. If I hadn't had to pee so bad, I would have died of boredom. By the time Mr. Peterson introduced the last teacher, Ms. Zeldin, I was sure I was going to burst. Ms. Zeldin ran the sixth-grade science fair, which must have been the greatest darn science fair in human history the way Mr. Peterson went on and on about it. But I couldn't think about that right now.

When he finally finished, I looked at my mom and said, "I gotta go!"

"Okay. I'll be in here," she said as yelling kids of all sizes rushed past. The parents and teachers usually stayed in the auditorium and had refreshments while the kids ran down the halls to see what classrooms and teachers they would have for the year.

"I'll meet you there," I said to Atticus before I sprinted toward the bathroom. He knew what I meant. We'd meet outside of Ms. Smith's room down the fifth-grade hallway.

Ms. Smith has short red hair and round glasses with black rims. She has a fish named Alexander in an aquarium in her classroom and pictures of active volcanoes from around the world on her back wall. Last year, we would always hear laughter coming from Ms. Smith's class. Ms. Smith is the fifth-grade teacher everyone wants to get.

Since second grade, Atticus and I have always been in the same class. Somehow it just worked out that way. We wanted Ms. Smith's class — that was for sure — but as long as we were together, that's what really mattered.

After pushing through what seemed like every kid in the whole school, I slipped into the girls' room.

Empty. Quiet. Perfect.

I was just about to flush when I heard other girls coming into the bathroom. I quietly took my hand off the flusher when I realized those girls were Elena Maxwell's Gang of 3.

The Gang of 3 are:

1. Sissy Mendez. Her mom, Mrs. Mendez, is another fifth-grade teacher. Sissy and Elena have been best friends since preschool. She once scared Augustus Sawyer so much that he climbed a tree and wouldn't come down for twelve hours. Also, she's very tall.

2. Chloe Martin. When we were in kindergarten, Chloe made a crown of daisies for me. She put it on my head and held my hand and said we would be best friends forever. I don't think she knew what forever meant because last time I saw her she poured Jell-O in my book bag.

3. Elena Maxwell. The leader and, as I stated earlier, my nemesis.

The feud between Elena and me began in second grade when I refused to join her gang. I did not like the idea of her bossing me around, and she did not like the idea of me not liking it. So she bossed me into the janitor's closet and locked me inside. It took all of recess and lunch for Mr. Dale, the janitor, to find me and let me out.

It's what happened after the janitor's closet that caused the problem. I'm not very forgiving. Atticus tells me it is a character flaw and I need to work on it. I tell Atticus he's never been locked in a janitor's closet.

I had one of my grand ideas. I have a grand idea every few months and this one happened to strike just seconds after Mr. Dale let me out of the closet.

Marcus Johnson was a kid in our class who could not keep his fingers out of his nose. Elena sat next to Marcus and couldn't stand him. "Mrs. Greene," she would say, raising her hand so high you would think she was hailing a taxi, "Mrs. Greene, he's doing it again!" Everyone in Mrs. Greene's second-grade class would turn and look at Marcus, who of course had one finger sticking up a runny nostril.

I liked Marcus and he owed me a favor. So, the next day, on my cue, Marcus walked up behind Elena at recess. I called her name and she turned around. Marcus and Elena were exactly the same height in second grade. And his lips were ready.

Marcus didn't have to do a thing. They were lip-to-lip before Elena knew what hit her.

While Elena was screaming and wiping her mouth on her sleeve, I walked up to Marcus, shook his snotty hand, and said thank you. Then I smiled at Elena.

The feud has raged ever since. Third grade. Fourth grade. Almost three years.

And now, here I was, trapped in a toilet stall with Elena and her minions outside. Quietly, I pulled my feet up onto the toilet seat. What else was I supposed to do? There were three of them and only one of me. So I did what any sane person trapped in a girls' room stall would do. I sat there and listened.

Elena, Sissy, and Chloe talked and talked. They talked about boys. They talked about nail polish. They talked about whose hair was longer and shinier. I was about to go numb with boredom when they started talking about me.

"Did you see Avalon?" Elena suddenly said. "Those shoes are ridiculous. It's like she was raised by wolves or something."

"Fashion-deprived wolves," Chloe said, and laughed.

I looked down at my lime-green saddle shoes, perched on the toilet seat. Fashion deprived? I wasn't the one who wore white pants with American flag underwear.

"I'm finally going to get back at her for that picture she took of me!" Elena exclaimed. "It was so unfair!"

Unfair? Was she kidding? Who does she think filled my cubby with green slime? Or pasted the pages of my math book together? Or taped strips of toilet paper to the bottom of my shoes? Or locked me in a janitor's closet?!

"Avalon thinks she can get away with everything," Elena continued. "Well, we'll just see about that."

"I put Jell-O in her book bag," said Chloe.

"That's not enough!" Elena snarled loudly. I wondered if Cruella or Maleficent got their start this way.

"This is what we're going to do," Elena said, and started to unveil the details of her evil plan. Unfortunately, for dramatic effect, she decided to unveil them in a whisper, which meant I couldn't hear. But eventually she got so pleased with herself that her voice got louder again. "Avalon's so stupid," I heard her say. "She'll never see it coming. And no one can ever know. We just have to act normal. That means you two. Got it?!"

I could practically see Sissy and Chloe nodding through the bathroom stall door.

Sissy giggled. "She'll have no idea what hit her."

"Deal?" Elena said.

"Deal," said Sissy and Chloe together. Then I heard the clap of hands.

I was staring at my saddle shoes when I heard the girls' room door slam behind them as they left. Something bad was going to happen. Something big. I needed to tell Atticus.

By the time I made it to the fifth-grade hallway, my mind was filled with thoughts of Elena and what terrible things she could do to me. It never occurred to me that something even more terrible was about to unfold.

Atticus was leaning against the wall outside of Ms. Smith's classroom. I hurried toward him. "You're never going to believe what just happened," I said, all out of breath, collapsing against the wall beside him. "You were right. Elena's planning to get back at me for the picture I took. They're going to do something really bad to me but I couldn't hear what it was. Elena sounds even crazier and meaner than usual." I looked around. All the kids had gone back to the auditorium. But I started whispering anyway. "I'm so glad we are going to have our Infinity Year powers. I think we might really need them. Like need them, need them." As I paused to think about that, a more frightening thought exploded in my head. "What if Elena, Chloe, and Sissy get them, too?! What if they get Infinity Year powers! That would be horrible! Think about how much worse Elena would be if she actually had magical powers!"

I turned my head toward Atticus but he wasn't looking at me. I'm not sure he was even listening. "Do you hear what I'm saying?" I asked. "This is serious."

"So is this," Atticus said.

He was staring at the opposite wall. He hadn't looked at me yet. What could possibly be more serious than what I was telling him? "You know how we thought we'd be in Ms. Smith's class?" he said.

"Yeah," I answered.

Atticus looked at me. "Well, we're not."

"Oh," I said. "Okay." I felt a tingle run up the back of my neck. "What class are we in then?"

"Avie, you don't understand. I'm in Ms. Smith's class."

"What?!" I turned to the list posted on Ms. Smith's door. I read down it as fast as I could. No Avalon James on that list. I looked at Atticus. He nodded toward the room next door.

Mrs. Jackson's class. Mrs. Jackson, who has been teaching for about 110 years. There was no laughter in Mrs. Jackson's class. There was, however, a long whisker growing out of a mole on Mrs. Jackson's chin.

I was in Mrs. Jackson's class.

But that wasn't the worst of it. There were other names on that list, too. Martin ... Maxwell ... Mendez. I was going to be in the same class with Elena, Sissy, and Chloe. The last time we were all in the same class was in second grade. And look how well that turned out.

That evil threesome was going to be with me every day, everywhere. Even when we went to lunch.

Atticus tried to cheer me up. "At least we'll have recess together."

I looked at him sideways. "Great," I said, and slid down the wall. Atticus looked down at me and then sat down beside me.

We sat there for a long time and didn't say a word. This was more serious than Elena and her stupid plan. This was about me and Atticus. How could this have happened?

Atticus nudged his knee against mine. "So what if Elena has a plan. She's had tons of plans. And she's not going to get an Infinity Year power. That only happens between best friends." He knocked my knee again. "And you know Chloe will tell somebody. Whatever Elena is planning, Chloe will tell," he said. "She can't keep a secret."

"She can keep an Elena secret," I said. "She's too scared of her."

"See what I mean. Best friends are not scared of each other. So they're not best friends. You know what that means?"

"No. What?"

"We will be getting our Infinity Year powers," Atticus said, and then grinned. "And Elena Maxwell will not."

The night of the open house, I couldn't sleep. Mostly because of the shock of Atticus and me not being in the same class. But something else was bothering me, too. It was this thing between me and Elena. It had been going on for so long. Sure, she started it. But I'd never been able to end it. I might not be the kind of person who can just let things go.

Sometimes I wished I were that kind of person, though. Sometimes I wished I could travel back in time and take back that kiss I made Marcus give Elena. If I could just take back his snotty handshake and my big fat smile, Elena might have moved on to torture some other undeserving soul. At least that's what Atticus always said.

M was purring and curled up beside me. I curled in closer. None of it mattered now. I was going to be alone with Elena in Mrs. Jackson's class and that was that.

I turned over and M meowed.

Meowed. M-E-O-W-E-D. I spelled it in my head. Meowed.

Hmmm. Maybe there could be an upside to being in Mrs. Jackson's class, even if Atticus wasn't going to be with me. The thing about Mrs. Jackson was that, as well as being a fifth-grade teacher, she was also the faculty sponsor for the School-Wide Spelling Bee.

Some people were good at lots of things. Atticus was good at soccer, comic book reading, and Titanic trivia. Mae Bearman was good at gymnastics, drawing, and hula hooping. Adam Singleton could hold his breath for sixty-five seconds underwater and spit over twelve and a half feet.

I was good at one thing.


It's something I got from my dad. He was a spelling champ when he was in school. They said he had great potential.

He realized I had the gift when I was five. My mom asked how to spell kangarooand I spelled it before he did. After that, he pulled out his old spelling books and gave them to me. We used to practice whenever he could find time.


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HowUsefulItIs More than 1 year ago
I started reading The Infinity Year of Avalon James on 7/19/18 and finished it on 7/24/18. This book is an awesome read! I love Avalon and Atticus’ friendship. I like Atticus’ calm and easy going personality. Despite the tough times in Avalon’s life both at home and at school, I like how she’s driven to achieve her goals: spelling bee and her dad. I like the reason for Atticus to stop eating meat. I like Mae and how she stands up for Avie during a class presentation. I like reading through Avie’s ups and downs and her support system like Hari Singh and Mrs. Jackson. Hari has great advices. Atticus’ grandpa is cool. This book is told in the first person point of view, following Avalon (Avie) James, 10 years old, as she waits for her magical power to come. She has recently learned that when a person turns 10, his/her Infinity Year starts. Her best friend Atticus Brightwell is also 10 and they both are starting 5th grade at Grover Cleveland K to 8. Avalon can’t wait to have her power because the previous year, when she was 9, was a particularly bad year for her. The mean girls lead by Elena Maxwell, to put it lightly, weren’t very nice to her. Furthermore, life at home is a bit harder with what happened with her dad and her cat M. Through it all, Atticus is the only person to keep her from taking drastic actions. But as best friends, Avie can tell there is something that is bothering Atticus but somehow he’s not telling her what it is. A well written book, The Infinity Year of Avalon James is definitely a read for everyone. I love the cover and the chapter designs. I like the spelling bees and definitions to big words within the story. I like how Avalon applies what she learns in school to her life outside of school. I like how the whole school dresses up for Halloween, especially how Avie and Atticus coordinate their costumes to match each other. I like the plot, suspense, diversity, and humor. I cry and smile reading this book. I love the zoo trip and learning of what groups of animals are called. This book is an excellent read and I highly recommend everyone to read it. Pro: fast paced, page turner, easy to read, friendship, family, dealing with mean girls, spelling bee, diversity, humor Con: none I rate it 5 stars! xoxo, Jasmine at for more details
Anonymous 20 hours ago
This is such a wonderful middle-grade novel! I look forward to reading more by Dana Middleton.