Ebonee and Ivory Go to Prodigy Camp

By Sybil Nelson

Everyone expected ballet prodigy Ebonee and piano prodigy Ivory to be the best of friends but, instead, they turn out to be the worst of enemies. When a failed science experiment switches their bodies, Ebonee and Ivory learn they have more in common than they ever thought. Now they have to work together to save each other from the worst fate at prodigy camp...a disastrous performance!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sybil Nelson
• Release date: Sep 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311138491

Sybil Nelson

Sybil Nelson lives in Charleston, South Carolina with her husband and two children. She currently attends the Medical University where she’s earning her PhD in Biostatistics.

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Ebonee

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Ivory

Go to Prodigy Camp

Sybil Nelson

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Ebonee and Ivory

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Ebonee

I got the joke. Really I did. And it wasn’t too clever if you asked me. Sure, my name was Ebonee and her name was Ivory, but did that really mean that everyone at camp had to hum or sing that stupid Ebony and Ivory song every time they saw one of us? No, it didn’t. And it was getting down right annoying. Almost as annoying as Ivory herself.

Oh Mylanta! I yelled at her one afternoon as I did a plié warm up in our room. Socks go on your feet or in a drawer. I picked up two smelly green socks and tossed them at Ivory’s head. Thank goodness my bottle of hand sanitizer was in arm’s reach. Living with this chick, I probably would have died of like the bubonic plague or something already without it.

You know what? Ivory said in response. I stared at her and waited for her to finish her thought, but that didn’t happen. It never did. I swear that girl’s mind drifted faster than a hummingbird on a sugar high. I would never tell her but it was kind of fascinating. Just like it was kind of amazing to see how Ivory’s mind and fingers traveled from note to note as she played piano. Well, I think that’s how it worked. I never really understood how the brains of those music prodigies worked. How did they look at a bunch of black and white keys and turn it into a beautiful song? Ballet made so much more sense.

But I digress. As I thought, Ivory didn’t even finish her sentence. Instead, she actually walked over to my side of the room and turned off my warm up music.

Dude, that’s rude! I said. That was it! I couldn’t take it anymore. It was time for another letter to Dean Rollingsworth.

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Ivory

To be honest I had never, ever even heard of that Ebony and Ivory song before Prodigy Camp. Regular music wasn’t too common in my house. I could identify every Chopin Nocturne within five seconds by the time I was four but I had no idea who anyone on