GENRE: YA Contemporary
Without any warning, my mother rushed into our room at Monarch Boarding School for Girls and dropped a bomb. "I'm going to California, Jenna, and if you don't come, you're on your own."
Well, okay, not totally without warning.
She and Siegfried, her boyfriend-of-the-month, caught me sitting at my desk, sipping a diet soda, pretending to write my history essay.
Really, I was staring at my world history book and dreaming about going to Africa to feed refugees with my awesome teacher, Mr. Abrams. He'd been so kind to me, and I liked to pretend he was my father. Maybe because I'd never met my real one.
The only cool thing about our musty room was the window looking out over the circular drive. That ceiling-high glass gave me a view of everything that went on around the entrance to our dorm. If I'd checked, I could've prepared myself for disaster. I mean, nobody's mother drove 350 miles from her estate on Lake Superior to visit you during the school term except to give you bad news.
No one could have looked more out of place than my mother as she glanced around the room at my cluttered bookcase and closet stuffed to over-flowing. She brushed away invisible dust from my bedspread and perched on the edge as if she didn't want to catch something.