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Starting seventh grade at a new school is supposed to be Lily Michaels’s fresh start. More freedom. New friends. And best of all—art club.
But when Lily and her best friend, Ava, discover the art club was cut due to budget issues, their excitement turns into disappointment fast. Refusing to give up on their creativity, the girls decide to start a club of their own. All they need are five members, an advisor, and a way to pay for it. Easy…right?
As they recruit classmates—including the mysterious and talented Harper, the friendly Abril, and the painfully quiet Sara—Lily quickly learns that building a club is about more than sketchbooks and ideas. Hurt feelings, misunderstandings, and buried secrets threaten to tear the group apart before it even begins.
With a looming art competition, a risky fundraising plan, and emotions running as wild as spilled ink, the girls must figure out whether they can work through their differences—or watch their dream fade away.
A heartfelt middle-grade novel about creativity, friendship, and learning to see past first impressions, Sketchbook Sisters: Ink, Attitude, and Trouble reminds readers that sometimes the messiest pages lead to the most beautiful art.
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“Hey!” I yelled. Obviously tact wasn’t my strong suit. Like I said, I wasn’t shy. Actually, sometimes I was a little obnoxious.
Surprise crossed the girl’s face. She looked over at us as I waved at her, trying to appear friendly. I cupped my hands and yelled. “Do you want to walk to school with us?”
Ava eyes widened. “Lily, what are you doing?” she whispered frantically.
“Making friends.” I waved again, but to my astonishment, the girl narrowed her eyes and turned, quickly walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction, like she was running away.
My jaw dropped as I stared at her diminishing form. “Did you see that? She rejected us.” Already, minutes from my front door, the first person I encountered rejected me. Rejected us. Is this what junior high was like? Judged and dismissed so quickly? And based on what? Appearances?
“That was rude.” Ava shook her head.
I turned back to Ava. “It really was rude.” But in the back of my head, I wondered if I should dial down the obnoxious vibe I tended to give off. Someone had already decided I wasn’t cool enough, and I hadn’t even made it to school.
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