Life begins at 16 ...
Driving. Dating. A real social life. And the one night where it all comes together ... the Sweet Sixteen is the ultimate party. Whether a total blast or a total bust, it's a memory to last a lifetime.
Now you're invited to six Sweet Sixteens, in six locations across the country. The party is just getting started ...
JULIA and Maggie have more in common than just their looks - they both dread their Sweet Sixteen parties. What if they were to change places? It's a modern-day princess and pauper story set in New York City.
Life begins at 16...
A real social life.
And the one night where it all comes together...the Sweet Sixteen is the ultimate party. Whether a total blast or a total bust, it's a memory to last a lifetime.
Now you're invited to six Sweet Sixteens, in six locations across the country. The party is just getting started.
Julia and Maggie have more in common than just their looks--they both dread their Sweet Sixteen parties. What if they were to change places? It's a modern-day princess and pauper story set in New York City....
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Melinda Metz is the author of the ongoing young adult book series Roswell High, which is the basis of the WB television series Roswell. Melinda has also written books for several book series, including The New Adventures of Mary-Kate and Ashley, Ghosts of Fear Street, and Goosebumps Presents. She lives in Manhattan with a pen-eating dog names Dodger.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
Julia Reed-Prescott met the eyes of her driver in the rearview mirror and gave him a polite smile it was the appropriate smile for the circumstances--not so friendly that the driver would assume that she wanted him to start a conversation with her, but not so unfriendly that the driver would get the impression that Julia thought she was somehow better than he was just because he was gettingpaid to drive her to Brooklyn.
She wished that her mother's company used limos instead of sedans for their business cars, limos with tinted, soundproof glass between the driver and the passenger. That way Julia wouldn't have to try to keep her expression pleasant. That way she could bury her head in her hand and cry, cry, cry until her body was completely dehydrated and it was impossible to squeeze out evenone more tear.
But that wouldn't be appropriate in a sedan. Not in clear view of the driver. His name is Alex, she reminded herself. It was important to remember names.
Her mother always became so exasperated with Julia when she zoned out during introductions.
Julia turned and pressed her forehead against the window as they started across the Brooklyn Bridge. Her eyes began to sting, and she stared hard at the murky water of the East River. Don't cry, she ordered herself. Don't even think about crying.
Her cell phone rang, and she dug it out of her suede bag, happy for the distraction.
"Julia, it's me," Sydney Jane burst out before Julia had a chance to say hello. Not good phone manners. "I have a Sweet-Sixteen-related news flash for you, and you're not going to like it."
"Go ahead," Julia said, struggling to keep her voiceneutral.
"Okay, well, Tyler is coming to your party," Sydney Jane continued. Julia's supposed best friend sounded way too gleeful to be giving such hideous info.
"I knew that already," Julia told her, unable to prevent a tinge of annoyance from creeping into her tone. She'd been trying so hard not to cry--and now Sydney Jane was bringing up what Julia had been trying so hard not to cry about. What was Sydney Jane thinking? It wasn't as if Julia could forget that her ex-boyfriend, so newly ex that she still felt like there was a Tyler-Sanders-shape hole in her heart, was going to ruin what was supposed to be the best day in her life so far.
"I know," Sydney Jane rushed on. "But that's not all. Guess who he's bringing? No, you'll never guess. Let me tell you. He's bringing Elena Stratford."
Julia felt as if she'd been punched in the stomach. Not that she'd ever actually been punched in the stomach, but she was sure this was how it had to feel--pain so powerful, it made her dizzy.
"Did you hear me?" Sydney Jane demanded, sounding disappointed that Julia hadn't started screaming like a deranged maniac or something. Sydney Jane loved drama.
"Yes. Okay? Yes, I heard you," Julia snapped. She shot a guilty glance at the driver. She knew it wasn't appropriate to have my kind of squabble in front of a stranger. Even at home, behind closed doors, disputes were supposed to be dealt with in low, calm voices. "Can I call you back later?" Julia asked, her voice under control once more. "I'm about to go take the test to get my driver's permit."
"Did you hear me?" Sydney Jane asked again. "I said Elena Stratford and Tyler--"
Julia did something she'd never done in her whole life--not even to an irritating telemarketer. She hung up on someone. On a friend. She leaned her head back on the soft, nubbby upholstery and squeezed her eyes shut.
Immediately a dozen little Elenas began dancing across the backs of her eyelids. Elenas with perfectly straight, supershiny dark brown hair and exotic almond-shaped eyes and full breasts.
Julia jerked open her eyes, but the Elenas didn't disappear. They multiplied until there were hundreds of tiny Elenas dancing all over the back of the sedan, that sexy kind of dancing Julia had never managed to figure out how to do, that kind of dancing where your body seemed to be liquid music, no inhibitions, no self-consciousness, just movement.
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Book Description HarperTrophy, 2000. Paperback. Book Condition: New. Bookseller Inventory # DADAX0064408140