Amber Brown wants a room makeover, not another life makeover.
She's used to changes--finding a new best friend, Brandi...having her old best friend, Justin, move to Alabama...dealing with her parents' divorce...seeing her father move to Paris.
She's even getting used to her mom's boyfriend, Max. The only change that she wants now is to redo her bedroom.
Then Max asks her mom to marry him. If she says yes, they might have to move. And if she says no, Max may leave.
Amber's mom is confused.
Amber is confused.
Next thing Amber knows, she and her mom are on a plane to Alabama. It's time to make some decisions...and it's time to see Justin.
Life is very strange sometimes.
One minute I'm in Elementary Extension, waiting for my mother to pick me up and take me home...home to dinner...home to homework.
And the next minute, I'm on a plane on my way to Alabama where I'm going to see my old best friend, Justin Daniels.
I can't believe that the woman sitting next to me is my very own mother.
She looks like my mother.
She sounds like my mother.
I wonder if all mothers get this weird when someone asks them to marry him.
Amber Brown wants a room makeover, not another life makeover.
She's used to changes--finding a new best friend, Brandi...having her old best friend, Justin, move to Alabama...dealing with her parents' divorce...seeing her father move to Paris.
She's even getting used to her mom's boyfriend, Max. The only change that she wants now is to redo her bedroom.
Then Max asks her mom to marry him. If she says yes, they might have to move. And if she says no, Max may leave.
Amber's mom is confused.
Amber is confused.
Next thing Amber knows, she and her mom are on a plane to Alabama. It's time to make some decisions...and it's time to see Justin.
Excerpt
Life is very strange sometimes.
One minute I'm in Elementary Extension, waiting for my mother to pick me up and take me home...home to dinner...home to homework.
And the next minute, I'm on a plane on my way to Alabama where I'm going to see my old best friend, Justin Daniels.
I can't believe that the woman sitting next to me is my very own mother.
She looks like my mother.
She sounds like my mother.
I wonder if all mothers get this weird when someone asks them to marry him.
