Please consider representing FIXING SHELBY, a YA contemporary novel that is complete at 52,000 words.
For seventeen-year-old Shelby, change seems like more of a hassle than being unhappy. So, even though her friends of seven years turned into The Terrible Trio somewhere along the way, she sticks by them.
However, when she’s invited to join a running club, she decides to escape her safe, yet miserable circle of friends. After only a short time, she’s thankful to have conversations that revolve around more than the weekend party and how drab her clothing is. She finds herself with girls who seem to like her regardless of what she wears, how much make-up she doesn’t wear, or what her hair looks like.
Almost as soon as she starts to feel comfortable with her new life, The Terrible Trio takes pictures of the running club--minus
She needs to clear her name and save the first real friendships she’s ever had. However, through the loyalty of Dane, the annoying boy whose locker neighbors hers, and an out-of-the-blue bond with her overly critical mother,
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I glared at the purse for a moment before setting it at my feet. I’d rather be home cleaning the toilet bowl with my toothbrush or ripping out my fingernails than primping in the car on the way to a basketball game. “You didn’t have to drive me, Mom. You’ll be late.”
She glanced at the clock. “It’s only two minutes out of my way. Besides, it was nice of Ashleigh to call and invite you.”
I rolled my eyes. Yes, how nice of Ashleigh to call me at the last minute.
“You should be a little more grateful.”
Whatever. Ashleigh knew I wouldn’t want to go. She should have realized my mom would jump at the chance for me to be social. Of course, that would have required Ash to put more than one thought together at a time. A little too complicated for my “best” friend.
“I don’t know why you gave her such a hard time about going.”
I sighed and tapped my fingers on the door handle. “I don’t know, either, Mom.”
“You’ll have a blast, I’m sure.”
“Yeah.” I counted the houses that passed outside my window. Mom had gushed over Ashleigh for years.