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Lauren Barnholdt is the author of the teen novels The Thing About the Truth, Sometimes It Happens, One Night That Changes Everything, Two-way Street, Right of Way, and Watch Me. She is also the author of the middle grade novels The Secret Identity of Devon Delaney, Devon Delaney Should Totally Know Better, Four Truths and a Lie, Rules for Secret-Keeping, Fake Me a Match, and the Girl Meets Ghost series. She lives in Waltham, Massachusetts. Visit her at

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The First Day of Senior Year

I really should not be so scared. I mean, I’ve done this millions of times before. Okay, maybe not millions. But for the last twelve years, on every weekday minus summers and vacations, I’ve gone to school. And I’ve never been afraid before. (Well, except for maybe a little bit in kindergarten, but isn’t everyone a little afraid in kindergarten? And besides, even then I wasn’t freaking out or anything. Not like Layna Hodge, who threw up all over the play box in the corner.)

Today, the first day of senior year, I’m terrified. This is because there is a very good chance that at some point today I will:

  1. a.lose the love of my life,

  2. b.lose my best friend, or

  3. c.have an awkward encounter with the boy who broke my heart last year. (Note: This is a different boy than the previously mentioned love of my life. [See a.])

I take a deep breath and grip the steering wheel of my new car, then pull into a spot in the visitor lot of my high school. I’m technically not supposed to be parked here, but the visitor lot is way closer to my homeroom than the student lot, and since it’s the first day of school, I’m pretty sure I can get away with it. Plus it won’t be as obvious if I have to peel out of here and make an escape. Okay, I tell myself, you can do this. You are invincible; nothing can rattle you. You have nerves of steel; you are a confident, strong woman; you—

There’s a knock on the passenger side window and I scream, then immediately hit the automatic door locks.

I look over. Oh. It’s only Lacey.

She knocks on the window again, and I reluctantly unlock the doors.

She slides into the passenger seat, her long, red curly hair pooling around her shoulders. She smells like coffee and strawberry-mango shampoo.

“Hey,” she says, “What’s wrong? Why’d you freak out when I knocked on your window? And why are you parked in the visitor lot? It took me forever to find you.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I say. Which is a lie, of course. But I can’t tell Lacey that. She knows nothing about what went on this summer. She knows nothing of the fact that my best friend Ava is coming back today, that everything is different, and that everything is horrible. That I’m going to see Noah, that I’m going to see Sebastian, that I’m going to maybe end up in a mental institution by the end of the day. Although, a mental institution actually might be preferable to going to school, so that might not be such a bad thing, now that I think about it.

“Just normal first day of school nerves,” I say brightly.

“First day of school nerves?” Lacey says, like she’s never heard of them. Which kind of makes no sense, since Lacey is one of the most nervous people I know. “You need caffeine then,” she says. “It will fix you right up.” She holds out the cardboard carrier that’s in her hand. It’s filled with three cups from Starbucks, and one’s marked with my fave: a large vanilla latte with Splenda and extra cream.

“Thanks.” I accept the huge coffee and take a sip. I don’t really buy into her reasoning that I need the caffeine, since it definitely isn’t going to calm me down. But maybe it’ll give me a shot of energy that will make me so buzzed I’ll be all excited to go into school. On the other hand, it’s only caffeine, not magic.

“Where’s Noah?” she asks. “I brought him one, too.” Of course she did. Coffee with a shot of espresso, extra sugar, extra cream. The same drink he had every single day this summer, when the three of us worked together at Cooley’s Diner, but we always brought in our own coffee because the stuff at Cooley’s tastes disgusting. (Cooley’s Diner coffee = mud, only, like, more bitter and tinged with the taste of a dirty cup.)

“Noah?” I ask, trying to keep my voice light. My hands tighten around my coffee, and I almost spill the whole thing all over myself. “I dunno.” I shrug, like Noah hasn’t even crossed my mind, when, of course, he’s the only thing I’ve been thinking about.

“Didn’t you guys drive to school together?”


“Why not? You guys drove to work together every day over the summer.”

“Not every day,” I say. “And besides, I have a car now.” I run my hand over the steering wheel of my new car, the car that took me all summer to save up to buy. It’s red (perfect), four doors (perfect), a 2005 (adequate) and has 120K miles on it (not so perfect, but beggars can’t be choosers, especially when it comes to transportation.) “And besides,” I add, “Noah drives to school with Ava usually.”

“Oh, right.” Lacey wrinkles up her nose. “I forgot that Ava’s back.” She says “Ava” like it’s a dirty word. “Sorry,” she says. “I know she’s your friend.”

“That’s okay.” If Lacey thinks I’m acting weird, she doesn’t say anything, which is a good sign. If Lacey doesn’t realize anything’s going on, maybe Ava won’t either. And if Ava doesn’t, maybe Noah won’t. And that way we can just forget everything that happened this summer, especially what happened last night. Just push it all under the rug and start fresh. La, la, la, there it goes, like some kind of garbage being taken out to the curb, poof! I start to feel a little better. Maybe everything is going to work out after all. Of course, I don’t want to be the kind of girl with a scandalous secret, but sometimes you have to take what you can get and just—

Suddenly, something slams into the back of my car, and my whole body flies forward, my chest hitting the steering wheel.

“Shit!” Lacey says. Her fingers tighten around her coffee and the lid goes flying off, her cappuccino sloshing over the sides of the cup and splattering the front of the glittery silver tank top she’s wearing. “Shit, shit, shit!” She swivels her head around, strands of her hair whipping against her face.

I look in the rearview mirror. A red car (something expensive—maybe a Lexus?) has backed into me, and the driver, a girl wearing camouflage capris (doesn’t she know those are so five years ago?), comes rushing out of the driver’s side, and then peers down at my bumper. She looks like she’s about to burst into tears.

I close my eyes for a moment, and then open my door and climb out, Lacey hot on my heels.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Lacey demands. She pulls the sunglasses she’s wearing down off the top of her head and slides them over her eyes.

“Oh my God, I’m like sooo sorry,” the girl says. She’s younger than us (probably a sophomore?) and she twists her hands into a knot in front of her. Her face is getting all scrunchy, like she really might be about to start crying.

“It’s okay,” I say, kneeling down and inspecting my bumper. There’s a tiny scratch, about two inches long, running down one side of it. “It looks like it’s just a small scratch.”

“A small scratch?” Lacey yells. She bends down and looks at the car. “You know how much small scratches cost to get fixed, Hannah? Like thousands of dollars!”

“I’m so sorry,” the girl says again. She’s wearing Converse sneakers, a black tank top, and about three million pounds of black eyeliner.

“It’s okay,” I say. She’s obviously one of those gothy girls who, like, pretends she’s over everything, but inside is about five seconds away from crying constantly. Seriously, goth girls cannot handle anything.

“My dad is going to flip,” Goth Girl says. “He just got me this car. For a birthday present.”

“Oh, God,” Lacey says. I’ll bet she’s rolling her eyes under the sunglasses, thinking of the hours and hours we spent this summer behind the counter at Cooley’s, sweating under the broken air conditioner and serving bottomless cups of coffee to the old men who would come in every day, sit for hours, and then tip us a dollar.

“Look,” I say to the girl, before Lacey can tear into her again, “Can you just give me your insurance information?” I guess that’s what you’re supposed to do in these situations. I mean, I’m not completely sure, since I’ve never actually been in a car accident. Until a few days ago, I never even had a car.

“Right,” the girl says. She heads to her car, rummages around in her glove compartment, and comes back. She carefully copies everything down onto a sheet of paper from a brand new black binder that’s covered with stickers of bands I’ve never heard of, then rips it out and gives it to me.

“Thanks, Jemima,” I say, glancing down at her name on the paper. Jemima? No wonder she looks so nervous. With a name like that you’re probably used to bad things happening to you. Starting, of course, with your parents naming you Jemima.

“Why were you pulling out of a space, anyway?” Lacey asks. “School’s about to start. Shouldn’t you have been pulling into a space?” She looks down at the coffee stain on her tank top. “Does your insurance cover clothing? Because this tank top was extremely expensive.” It’s a lie, of course. Lacey got that tank top for $12.99 at Old Navy.

“I forgo...

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Product Details

  • Hardcover: 320 pages
  • Publisher: Simon Pulse (July 12, 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 144241314X
  • ISBN-13: 978-1442413146
  • Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 1.1 x 8.2 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 14.4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.3 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (57 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,027,097 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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11 of 14 people found the following review helpful By The Figment Review on July 29, 2011
Format: Hardcover
The "it" in Sometimes It Happens is ambiguous when we first start reading. Is it sex? Romance? Love? As the story unfolds, we realize that "it" purposely has many layers and part of the fun of this novel is peeling back each one to see what lies underneath.

Lauren Barnholdt introduces us to Hannah and the difficult situation she finds herself in on the first day of senior year: After being cheated on by her ex-boyfriend Sebastian at the end of junior year, Hannah found solace over the summer by working with Noah, her best friend Ava's boyfriend. The issue is that Ava has been away working at a camp all summer, and the night before the first day of school, Hannah and Noah slept together.

At this early point in the story, it would be easy to think that "it" is sex. And if this were just another story about cheating, it might be easy to blame and hate Hannah. But Barnholdt immediately shows us that Hannah is a complex character. She deeply regrets what happened because she knows it will hurt her best friend, yet she also feels connected to Noah. From the first page, we realize that this story is not black and white; shades of gray mark each character.

Alternating chapters switch from the first day of senior year back to the summer. So while we know what happened between Hannah and Noah from very early on in the book, the chapters subtly build suspense as the pages unravel the mystery of how Hannah could come to hurt her best friend.

Anticipation abounds in the chapters focusing on the first day of senior year (which, by the way, is written as the worst school day EVER) because the reader is unsurehow Hannah will react when she runs into Ava or Noah or Sebastian.
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful By Aimee on October 29, 2011
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What a beautiful, heart aching story! I hadn't intended to read this as fast as I did, but it was a book I was unable to put down until I finished it. It didn't read like I thought it would, though. It alternated between the summer and the day back to school. But it was well written and marked so it didn't disrupt the flow. Normally, I don't like this format. I have a hard time when it breaks up the main story, but everything was relevant and easy to follow.

I felt bad for Hannah through most of this. Her boyfriend cheats on her, her best friend leaves her for camp after they had planned to hang out all summer, and her best friend sends her boyfriend to keep checking up on her, not making time to actually call Hannah at first. She really didn't have a great start to her summer.

I loved the premise. It wasn't orchestrated to be something that was intended. They didn't mean to start liking each other. Hannah and Noah tried so hard to do the right thing, but let their emotions and feelings get in the way. It was hard to read, because I wanted things to start to get better for Hannah, but when I finished, I thought it was a great story, despite the struggles and obstacles that Hannah had along the way.
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By K_Malinczak on July 13, 2011
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Tough book to review. I guess I should've reviewed this one immediately upon finishing, because it wasn't particularly memorable and now I am having trouble remembering certain details. It wasn't a bad book, in fact quite the opposite. It was a quick read and I blew through it and really enjoyed it. The reason why it wasn't memorable is because I have been here before. I have read this story so many times in other novels. Either as a subplot or a novel that was very similar. Take Susane Colasanti's Something Like Fate for example. This has a very similar storyline to that, and I read that first. Obviously that's going to play a large part in how I feel about the book. I've also been reading through some of the reviews (admittedly not thoroughly), but I haven't come across a mention of the two novels' similarities yet. I find that surprising considering they are both young adult contemporary novels. But let's move on to what I do remember about the book.

I loved the fact that the main character and her friends had a summer job in a diner. I really enjoyed the setting and I thought the parts of the book that were set there were enjoyable. And I really loved Lacey, Hannah's coworker and friend. She was a bit of a hypochondriac and let me say that I see a little of myself in her. I'm not nearly that bad, but I always jump to worse-case-scenario when something is wrong just like she did. Sometimes we find life lessons in the strangest of places.

Truthfully, that's about all I have to say. It was decent, romantic, and sweet. Sometimes it Happens is the perfect summer beach read for when you want something enjoyable but you don't want to have to think too hard. It's one of those books, that a month from now, I won't remember I read at all. It's just that nothing stood out.
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By JesusJuice on November 28, 2011
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This book is great. Sometimes "It" Happens. Is it love, romance, sex, or is it all the above. Its all of the above. Ive read so many book like this one, the main girl ends up falling in love with a guy, that guy likes her too, but he is in a relationship with the main girls best friend. And then "it" happens. Love happens, sex or something like it happens, and it all leads up to a surprising ending. The author introduces us to Hannah, Ava, Sebastian and Noah, four character in a intermixed square. Sebastian dumps Hannah, who later falls in love with Noah, who is in a relationship with Ava, and who just so happens to be Hannahs best friend. Some surprising things happen in this book. Like the relationship with Lucy and Hannah. Then the surprise [which you do see coming] with Hannah and Noah. I like this book. It was a good read. There are a lot of surprises as well as an ending you did see coming.
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