Follow the adventures of Nancy Jane and her friends as they experience school, boys, partying, driving, dealing with Nancy Janes' nemesis Lois Talker and more.
Other titles in this series include:
* Book #2 - My Silly Sophomore Year
* Book #3 - My Just Get Over With It Junior Year
* Book #4 - My Time To Get Serious Senior Year
Following is an excerpt from Book #1 "My Fearless Freshman Year".
Hicston High School is located on the opposite side of town from where my house is located. When the school was built five years ago there was absolutely nothing close to the location of the school building site except an old drive-in theater which was located across the street.
I remember going to the drive-in with my Mom and my brother Tommy when I was two or three years old. I don't know how I can remember things when I was that young but I do. I even remember the movie that was playing. It was the Disney Movie The Absent Minded Professor with Fred MacMurray. I don't know why they were showing such an old movie at the drive-in then... but then how would I, I was only two or three years old!
As the school was being constructed a number of strip malls and fast food eating establishments began to pop up near the location of the school. Thank goodness the Hicston City Planners had the foresight to allow the development to happen. I just love fast food, especially In-N-Out Burger, they are the best!
Being located on the opposite side of town getting to school each morning was going to be a challenge for me. When I was in Middle School I could sleep in until 20 to 30 minutes before the first bell. If my Mom got me up with the 20 to 30 minutes I could easily get dressed in my uniform, wolf down some breakfast, and make the 10 minute walk to school. Getting to High School was going to be more difficult.
If only I had my driver's license and a new car I could drive myself to school. Since I'm only fourteen years old I guess I won't be driving myself to school, at least not this year. I'll have to work on my Mom and her boyfriend Jack about that new car. Surely they will come through and get me a brand new car when I get my driver's license next year when I'm fifteen. It only seems right, at least to me!
This year my Mom would have to be my chauffer to and from school. I was too young to drive just yet and it was too far for me to walk. I could have walked a few blocks and rode a city bus to school, but I would have to transfer one or two times. And then there are the occasional weird people that ride on the buses, and my Mom being my Mom, there was no way in the world that she would make me ride the bus to school. Thank goodness!
Helen lived about three blocks from Hicston High School so the plan was for my Mom to drop me off each morning at Helen's house and I could walk to school with Helen from there. This meant that I had to get up an extra ten to fifteen minutes early to allow walking time with Helen. So much for my sleeping in until 20 to 30 minutes before class started. That would have to wait another year or two when I was driving myself to school.
My first day of High School my Mom dropped me at Helen's house right on schedule.
"DING DONG! DING DONG!" tolled Helen's doorbell announcing that I had arrived.
Helen must have been waiting for me to arrive because before the doorbell stopped DINGING the door popped open and Helen came out all ready to go to our first day of school.
"Good morning!" Helen said cheerfully as the door slammed behind her. "Ready?"
"Sure," I replied, "why are you in such a good mood? I thought you didn't like school all that much, and especially starting a new school. What gives?"
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About the Author
In 1981 she graduated from the University of California, Berkeley with an undergraduate degree in English, receiving her Masters Degree in English in 1983.
As a youth she was known as the "Logan Street Bookworm" because of her extreme love for books and reading.
Rozie is extremely creative and artistic. She enjoys observing and interacting with the children in her neighborhood whom she uses as inspiration and story lines for her writings.