Cici Reno: Middle School Matchmaker (Yoga Girls) - Softcover

Springer, Kristina

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1454928638 ISBN 13: 9781454928638

Publisher: Union Square Kids, 2018

Synopsis

“This clever twist on Cyrano de Bergerac will win over the hearts of middle schoolers, particularly those feeling shy or awkward themselves, as well as reluctant readers.” —Booklist

What happens when the girl who knows everything... suddenly doesn’t? Middle school is a test, but Cici Reno has all the answers. She's the go-to girl for advice. She's cool, she's funny, and she's enlightened (thanks to yoga classes at her mom's studio). So when her pretty BFF, Aggie, is too shy to speak to the boy she's crushing on, Cici comes up with a plan. She'll create a false twitter account and DM with Drew on Aggie’s behalf. She’ll make him fall for Aggie – and once he’s hooked, the two of them can meet in person.

Before long, Cici and Aggie find themselves tangled up in a web of half-truths, leading to a series of misunderstandings and mishaps. Even worse, Cici starts to fall for her best friend’s guy. But no boy is worth losing Aggie over, and Cici must figure out how to fix the situation before her real identity is revealed. For the first time in her life, she doesn't have a clue.

About this title

About the Author:

Kristina Springer is the author of My Fake Boyfriend Is Better Than Yours (Macmillan/FSG), a Scholastic Bestseller and 2012 YALSA Quick Pick book; The Espressologist (Macmillan, FSG), a 2010 Society of School Librarians International Honor Book and 2014 Illinois Reads Book that has been purchased for film by Michael Eisner’s Vuguru; Just Your Average Princess (Macmillan/FSG); and Cici Reno (Sterling Publishing).

She has a Masters in Writing from DePaul University and resides in a suburb of Chicago with her husband and children. Her latest book, Cotton Candy Wishes (Skyhorse Publishing), came out in January 2019.

Learn more about Kristina on her website: KristinaSpringer.com.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:

Cici Reno
by Kristina Springer
Copyright © 2016 Kristina Springer
All rights reserved.

1

Cici Reno @yogagirl4evr · 32m
CHILD’S POSE - Kneel, drop your butt to your heels, reach forward. Head down and focus on breathing. Makes life’s problems easier to handle.

Ugh. My nail polish is smudged.

I glance around for something to wipe up the blob of blue-green nail polish on the side of my toe. Spotting nothing else available on the pool deck, I decide to use my beach towel. There. Much better. Now it’s back to work painting my toenails this rather awesome shade, Peacock Passion. A couple of girls from school, Madison and Alexa, are sitting together on the lounge chair next to me, watching, and waiting for my response.

“Okay, so Brandy told Allison a secret that you told her not to share with anyone, ever?” I ask Madison. I keep my focus on my pinky toe. This one is always the most difficult to do.

“Yeah. And if she was really my best friend she never would have told her. Now I don’t know if I can ever trust her again.” Madison’s voice shakes like she wants to cry.

“Right.” I straighten up and wiggle my toes in the late-August sun. It’s still warm and bright but not as aggressive as the July sunlight. Like it somehow knows that school starts in a week and it’s thinking, hey, gotta scale back the Vitamin D and ease these kids back into nine months of fluorescent light.

I look over my nails carefully and yep, this is the best shade of the summer. I grab my phone, snap a quick pic of my toes, and tweet:

Winner! Peacock Passion. #25shades #summer #nails

I’d carefully worked my way through Cici’s Twenty-Five Shades of Summer, a nail polish schedule I’d set up the day after sixth grade ended, and wouldn’t you know it, the very last shade I apply is my favorite. It’s pearly and perfect, reflecting the water from the community pool like it knew it belonged here on my toes all along. But back to the problem at hand. Madison’s BFF drama.

I set my phone down on my beach towel. “Okay, here’s what I think, Madison. Brandy should never have told your secret. You’re BFFs, and what she did was wrong. You need to tell her that.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying, too,” Alexa pipes in.

“I’m not saying go all Real Housewives on her or anything. Just talk to her. Keep your tone light. Say, ‘Hey, listen, Brandy, I told you a secret and it got back to me. I thought we were best friends, and that isn’t cool. So if I’m going to be able to trust you, you just can’t do that.’ And then see what she says. Chances are, she’ll feel bad and apologize.”

Madison bites the corner of her bottom lip. “I guess I can do that. But should I stay friends with her? How do I ever trust her again?”

“Trust comes with time,” I tell her. “Put her on a sort of secret friendship probation. Don’t tell her your deepest secrets for the time being. Maybe after a while, say, three weeks, you test her with a small piece of information and see if that gets around. You can stay friends though. People make mistakes. Let the trust rebuild.”

“You sound like a therapist or something,” Madison says. “But I don’t know. Brandy really hurt my feelings.”

“Take Cici’s advice, Madison. She’s always right,” Alexa says. “She’s like a Magic-8 ball.”

I blow air in the direction of my toes. “Girl, I’m better than a Magic-8 ball. You never have to ask me again later.”

Alexa giggles and Madison nods. “Okay. Thanks, Cici. I’m going to talk to her.”

“No prob,” I reply. Just then, my phone buzzes. I glance down at it and see I have a new text message.

“I’M BAAAAAACK!!” it says.

I leap out of my lounge chair, knocking over the bottle of nail polish. “Eep! Aggie! Sorry, girls! Gotta run! Aggie is home from Florida!”

I pull my hot pink tube dress cover-up over my bathing suit and jam my feet into my flip-flops. I’ve messed up my nail polish job, but I don’t care. My best friend is back from vacation!

I toss everything into my glittery peace sign backpack and race for my bike, which is locked in front of the park district pool entrance. Wait, I got so excited I forgot to text Aggie back.

I quickly text, “Yaaaaay! Meet @ Beanies in 15?”

“I’ll be there!” she replies.

I hop on my bike and pedal hard toward Peony Lane Yoga Studio, my mom’s business. It’s only six blocks from the pool, in the same strip mall as Beanies. Mom opened it five years ago, and it’s become a popular fixture in Bryerston. Ladies, and occasionally a guy or two, pop in daily for yoga classes, taught by Mom or one of her other instructors: Bonnie, Jackson, or Wendy. I love it there. I love my mom’s soothing voice as she leads us through the poses, the calming music, and the smell of the burning incense. Yoga makes my muscles feel warmer, my mind feel lighter, and my problems seem easier. I always leave feeling more powerful than when I began. That studio is one of my favorite places in the whole world.

I barrel into the studio, crashing into the antique wood desk set up near the front. The giant blue vase of peonies shakes.

“Hey, slow it down, Cici,” Mom says, steadying the vase.

“Aggie’s back!” I say.

Mom grabs my hands and squeezes. “She is? Yay!”

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” says Claire, one of Mom’s regulars. Claire just finished college and pops in for a class between job interviews. She says it helps keep her anxiety down.

“Aggie, you say?” Peg asks, sidling up next to Claire. Peg’s in her standard biking shorts and pink “I’d rather be in Vegas” t-shirt. She’s in her sixties, I think, but she can get into some yoga poses women half her age can’t. She pours herself a glass of the cucumber water Mom always keeps out.

I nod vigorously. “I told her I’d meet her at Beanies in a few minutes, okay, Mom?”

“Of course. Give her a hug for me too.” Mom’s beaming.

“Thanks, Mom, I will,” I say. I tear back out the door. Beanies is just seven stores down and around the corner. I run the whole way. As I approach the café, I spot Aggie facing away from me at an outdoor table.

“Aggie!” I yell and wrap my arms around her from behind. She leaps from her chair and throws her arms around my neck, and we jump up and down, squealing. “Oh my gosh, you’re so tan and I think you’re taller and ...” Whoa. I pull back from Aggie. I know it’s rude but I can’t help staring directly at her chest. Her boobs are ginormous! When did that happen? “It feels like you’ve been gone forever,” I say.

“I know, it feels like that to me too,” she says. “We have so much to talk about.”

“Soooo much,” I echo and follow her into Beanies, glancing down at my own completely flat chest.

About this edition

• Publisher: Union Square Kids
• Publication date: 2018
• ISBN 10: 1454928638
• ISBN 13: 9781454928638
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 184