NIEAKindle ready from CS

Coming this December, Forever Twelve!! This compilation volume houses the complete texts from volumes 1-4 in one huge edition. Here’s the blurb:

What if there were a place where life was simpler, where your biggest worry involves your science assignment and your biggest fear is the ever-scary ear-piercing gun?
Welcome to Emerson Middle School: a place where everyone belongs and no one feels left out. The classes are fun, the teachers are friendly, and the grass is just a little bit greener. There aren’t any snotty cheerleaders lording over everyone. Gym class doesn’t require you to shower. The cafeteria has barstools for the shy kids.
Oh, to be twelve years old at Emerson Middle School.
What if you were asked to co-write a weekly advice column for the school paper, and your co-writer was going to be Andi Greene, the coolest girl ever? What if she turned out to be really nice and became your new best friend? Could you handle it? No one ever said life was easy… but what if it were?
Chilly fall mornings, leaves crunching underfoot, sparkly frost on every tree… Dreams that take you someplace and teach you something… Friends that would never abandon you… And a loving mother who has all the answers, so ask her anything!
This is how it was meant to be. Relive middle school through Corey’s eyes. She’s growing up fast but cherishing the moment.
And here’s an excerpt: I did not write the song lyrics/poem, but I don’t know yet who did, so I don’t know how to credit it.

A beautiful harmony drifts into the room. I follow the sound to the double doors by the sinks that lead to the second-floor hallway. I peer between the doors and see six girls from my chorus class sitting in a circle on the floor. Their melodic voices fill the air.

The music sinks into me and soars through me. “Beauty is seen in the sunlight, the sunlight. The trees, the birds, the trees, the birds… Corn growing and people working; people working. Or dancing for their harvest. Or dancing for their harvest. Or dancing for their harvest, their harvest.”

“Beauty is heard in the night. Wind sighing, rain falling, or a singer chanting anything in earnest.”

“Beauty is in yourself. Good deeds, happy thoughts that repeat themselves…. Repeat themselves… In your dreams, in your work, and even in your rest… even in your rest.”

Their words overlap in a glorious harmony and then fade out, melancholy and beautiful. The six girls stand and leave, walking up the hallway, none the wiser that I overheard them.

The song continues in my mind, as gentle and vivid as if it were still being sung.

Suddenly I am overcome with a stabbing inner awareness: I exist. I am a real person, with a body and a soul and a mind and a being. I exist. And I’m alive, here on Earth.

The silence of the moment engulfs me. I put my hand up and feel my face. I’m real. Life is real. Goosebumps raise all over my arms and I feel chilled. I swallow.

I stand still for several minutes.

Then I turn around to go back downstairs. But I don’t make it to the stairs…





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