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Zusatztext "The third book in this series is full of fun! humor! drama! sisters! friendship! boys! and being comfortable in your own skin. I love these books! as they're wonderful reads for tweens. I can’t wait to see what kind of trouble Emma and Payton will fall into next!" - Jennifer Rummel - teensreadtoo.com Informationen zum Autor Julia DeVillers and Jennifer Roy Klappentext Identical twin sisters Payton and Emma Mills ("Take Two! Trading Faces") are back and take on the Big Apple in this twin-tastical adventure. Times Squared One MIDDLE SCHOOL AFTER LAST PERIOD Cell phone! My cell phone was ringing. I tossed my books into my locker and scrounged around in my tote bag to answer it. I felt my cocoa-mocha lip gloss. I felt my little tin of mints. Finally I found it—right at the bottom of my bag. “Hello?” I said into my phone. “Hello?” Nobody was there. I looked at my phone and didn’t see the on light. Wait a minute, I hadn’t even turned my phone back on after last period. But then my ringtone went off again. It was the awesome new ringtone I’d downloaded last night. I looked at my cell phone again, confused. “Hello?” a voice said next to me. It was my twin sister, Emma. She was standing at her locker, talking into her own cell phone. “Hello, Mom,” she was saying. “You can pick Payton and me up today after mathletes and Drama Club? Excellent times two.” It was her cell phone that was ringing? I crossed my arms and waited until she said good-bye and hung up. “Emma, are you going to explain this?” I said. “Oh, that was Mom,” Emma said. “She can pick us up after mathletes and Drama Club.” “No, I meant explain why you’re copying my ringtone,” I said. “I thought it was my phone that was going off.” It was bad enough to have a twin with an identical face. Couldn’t I at least have my own ringtone? Emma and I are seriously identical. Even our own parents can’t tell us apart sometimes. It’s hard to have my own identity. “My ringtone makes a unique statement about me,” I said. “Who I am. My individuality. That ringtone is totally me.” “Well, your individuality was the number one download on iTunes,” Emma said, packing up her humongous backpack. “Some unique statement.” I sighed and pulled out the books I needed to bring home from school. “Hi, Payton,” a girl from my art class said as she walked by with girl I didn’t know. “See, you’re a unique individual,” Emma said. “That person knew who you were.” Okay, that was a good sign. “Which one is Payton?” I heard the girl I didn’t know say as they walked away. “I don’t know,” the girl answered. “But one of them has to be, right?” Sigh. Pretty soon I was just going to wear a name tag. Or a sign over my head that said: I’m PAYTON, the twin who • is one inch taller. • has slightly greener eyes. • is dressed quite fashionably in her pink sweater, skinny jeans, and tall boots and is about to head to Drama Club. Drama Club! Yay! It hadn’t been yay at first. After Emma and I had switched places our first week of school and gotten busted, we were assigned community service. I had to clean the storage room underneath the school’s stage. It wasn’t fun. But community service was over and now I got to be a real part of Drama Club. I had helped out in the play, The Wizard of Oz, this weekend. I had gone to the cast party. I even had new friends in Drama Club. Yes, friends. Tess, Nick . . . The friends I always dreamed I’d make in middle school! The first weeks of middle school humiliation had been over and ...
