Girls Are Lame And Boys Are Gross (book 1 in the Messy In The Middle series)

By Mia Beck

Thor is furious at Freya. She just called him a minion and pulled his hair. He wishes he didn’t have to live with that insufferable girl. But he does, because Freya is his twin sister! Despite his anger with her he also misses how they used to have fun together before she lost her humor and turned into a pre-teen with mood swings. All Freya cares about now is Luke, the seventh grader whom she has a major crush on, and Charlotte her best friend, who is as complicated as she is. Girls are lame! Can it really be that the only thing they have in common right now is their favorite teacher, who tells amazing stories of the ancient Viking gods?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mia Beck
• Release date: Dec 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311722515

Mia Beck

My road to becoming an author has been anything but straightforward. I was simply busy with life--busy finding that special someone, busy creating a family, and busy making a career in the event industry. Today I'm grateful that I did, because it gave me the opportunity to meet thousands of interesting people from all over the world, including pop/rock stars, famous actors, spiritual leaders, presidents, and royals. It was a great gift as it taught me a lot about people, from all walks of life and from different cultures!In mid-2011 my husband got offered to transfer from Copenhagen (we are both from Denmark) to Seattle. I took it as an opportunity to have more time with my family and live out my dreams of coaching, speaking, and writing books full time.Here I am, doing just that - and loving every minute of it!All our books serve to entertain you but more importantly, they provide the means to overcome life, when it hits you in your face. (And it does... doesn't it?)To learn more about me or get updated on other books from Stine and me (or to connect), feel free to visit www.mindblowingtransformation.com

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Girls Are Lame and Boys Are Gross

Book 1 in the tween series

Messy in the Middle series

Written By

M.S. Beck - S.F. Schmidt

& Pearl

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Copyright © 2014

by Stine Falkenberg Schmidt, Mia Schmeltzer Beck and Pearl

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ISBN-10: 1505439108

ISBN-13: 978-1505439106

Girls Are Lame and Boys Are Gross

First Edition

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons is coincidental and not intended by the authors.

Recommended for readers 9+

Layout and Graphic Design: www.masadesign.dk

Editing: www.martinohearn.com

Front cover photo: Thank you to jewelry designer Chris Kavanagh (aka 7SiX2) for allowing us to use the image of one of his many designs of Thor’s hammer. You can see more of his amazing work by surfing for 7SiX2 jewelry.

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Table of Contents

1. A noisy night

2. One of those mornings

3. The storyteller

4. Sibling rivalry

5. Eavesdropping and mood swings

6. Game day

7. Drama club

8. Two dwarfs, six gifts, and one bet

9. Kissing and pranks

10. Hot tea, cookies, and sympathy

11. The letter

12. T.H.I.N.K

13. What do you want?

14. Birthdays and Ghost stories

Dedication

About the Authors

CHAPTER 1

A noisy night

Freya

A car alarm woke up Freya. The sound was horribly loud and impossible to ignore. Tired, she pulled her blankets over her head in an attempt to escape the noise. It didn’t help. With an irritated sigh she reached for her phone on the nightstand and was blinded by the bright light from the phone showing her that the time was almost 3 a.m. Footsteps passing her door caught her attention and made her realize that she was not the only one awake in the house. She heard the familiar sound of the bathroom door closing.

Outside her window a remote voice shouted for the owner to shut the car alarm off. The man shouting sounded angry. She didn’t blame him; she felt annoyed too. Finally the alarm went silent. A flush from the bathroom revealed that whoever was in there was done too. Freya turned her head and listened, waiting for the sound of water running. Instead she heard the door open and footsteps passing her door again. By now she knew exactly who was out there. Her mom and dad both washed their hands, so it had to be her twin brother Thor. Freya found it so gross, and made a disgusted facial expression. How hard can it be to wash your hands? Maybe I should put up a sign on the door to remind him on his way out, like: STOP, did you wash your hands? While thinking about what to write on the sign, the warmth of her bed, the darkness in her room, and the quietness made Freya return to a peaceful sleep.

Thor

Thor crawled back to bed still half asleep. That stupid car alarm had woken him up. Thor was sure it was the alarm from Mr. Raven’s car. Mr. Raven lived two houses down and was an odd and old guy who was still stuck in the seventies with his colorful clothes and obsession with his 1972 Ford Gran Torino. He proudly washed the old muscle car every Sunday, even in the rain. Only Mr. Raven would have such an awful-sounding car alarm, waking up the whole neighborhood, Thor thought and kicked his blanket into place. He was cold after his visit to the bathroom and had a hard time falling back to sleep.

For a long time he lay still, listening to the night, and the more he listened the more he heard. There was a baby crying in the distance, some cats fighting and hissing, and the noise of a car passing by. Annoyed, Thor turned over on his other side, pulled his blanket over his head, and dozed back to sleep only to be woken up again a few hours later by the trash van. He looked at his clock. It was 6:15 a.m. and he still had another hour to sleep. This was getting ridiculous. If I was the king of the world there would be no trash vans out before 8 a.m, that’s for sure.

He turned onto his stomach and buried his head under his pillow, feeling tired. Images from the dream he just had made Thor smile. It had been an awesome dream, and he remembered being in an epic battle against orcs and feeling untouchable, as he effortlessly slew them one by one with his strength and superior fighting skills. He also remembered flying on a dragon. Thor squeezed his eyes tightly together in an attempt to force himself back into the adventurous dreamland.

At 7:15 the alarm clock on his phone started playing the theme from Star Wars. Normally he was happy to get up, but today he reached out and hit snooze on the phone. He needed just a little more time in dreamland – after all, the villagers depended on him to free them from their enemies.

Forty-five minutes later he woke up and stretched his body. Something was off. The light outside was too bright. He had overslept. He vaguely remembered setting the phone to snooze; maybe he’d accidently turned it off instead. Why didn’t Mom or Dad wake me? he thought, annoyed, but suddenly remembered his mom telling him that she and Dad would have to leave early today. He seemed to remember his mom kissing him before they left. Then why didn’t Freya wake me? he thought, upset, and stumbled out of his room, trying to pull on some clothes.

CHAPTER 2

One of those mornings

Freya

Get up, Freya, we overslept!

Freya tried to open her eyes, but it was impossible while stretching and yawning and at the same time kicking Thor, who was pulling on her blanket.

Come on, sleepyhead, we have to hurry, the school bus leaves in ten. He was clearly annoyed with her resistance to waking up.

Yeah, yeah, I heard you, I’m up, Freya snapped; she wondered why the alarm clock on her phone hadn’t woken her up. She looked at it and realized it was on silent, and that now she had only nine minutes before the school bus would be leaving with or without them. A slight feeling of panic took over. She would have to go to school without breakfast and without a shower. The hunger she felt and an unpleasant sniff under her armpit told her that she desperately needed both the breakfast and the shower.

Quickly she swung her legs over the bed’s side and ran to her closet. There was nothing to wear. Absolutely nothing! She looked around her room and realized that she herself was to blame. Her mother’s voice resounded in her mind: You are eleven now, how hard can it be to put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket and clean your room? How she wished she had done just that. Now she had no option but to grab the last clean clothes she had.

Nine minutes later she was running after the school bus in clothes that made her look like a clown: yellow leggings with blue stripes, an orange turtleneck, and a pink vest that