The New Girl: Book 3 - The Truth Revealed...
The suspense continues in this captivating story of the twins’ new neighbor, Alexa Morrison, who discovers the turmoil in her life is about to become a whole lot worse.
Holly returns to school and wreaks havoc with her partner in crime, Ronnie. At the same time, Alexa discovers her mother is responsible for something so despicable that it becomes more difficult than ever to cope.
Added to this is her dilemma over Mike. Does she stand a chance with him or not? What will be the outcome for Ali and Mike and will they finally put the new girl in her place?
The story builds up to a suspenseful conclusion that involves our favorite twins. It’s another fabulous addition to the New Girl series, a wonderful book for girls 9-12 and beyond.
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I walked out the front door and along the pavement, dragging my feet with each step. My insides were curled in knots. I was dreading even entering the Jackson household, let alone sleeping over. Heaving anxiously, I saw the air cloud into a misty fog in front of me. The temperature had dropped, and I wished that I’d grabbed my coat. Although, once inside the house, I wouldn’t need it. Like my aunt and uncle’s place, the Jackson home was centrally heated, nothing like the freezing trailer I used to call my home. I could still hear my mother’s voice in my head telling me to switch the heater off because she couldn’t afford the bill. In my current surroundings, the cost of power was one thing I didn’t have to worry about. With far more pressing matters on my mind, I steeled myself before pressing the Jackson’s doorbell. The anxiety of the moment was almost too much, and I felt my heart rate escalate. Casey, Jake, Ali, Mike…and me. I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time as I pictured the scene. Perhaps I could hide in a spare room for the night, find a random couch to curl up on, and go to sleep. I could only hope. As soon as the doorbell sounded, Mrs. Jackson’s voice filtered through the house. “Girls, that’ll be Alexa, can you answer the door?” I chewed on my lip as I waited for their response. But there wasn’t one. Several seconds passed before I heard footsteps on the tiled floor, and then the door swung open.
“Hello, Alexa,” Mrs. Jackson said, a welcoming smile lighting her features. “Come on in. The girls are in the TV room. I’ll take you through.” I followed behind her, my heart in my throat as I reached the doorway, and four pairs of eyes turned in my direction. Casey didn’t bother to hide her scowl. Ali lifted her eyebrows in greeting, but I sensed she wasn’t pleased to see me, either.
Already translated. Translated by Beatriz Panasiti
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