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Sometimes It Happens Hardcover – July 12, 2011
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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:
a. lose the love of my life,
b. lose my best friend, or
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 forgot something,” Jemima says, chewing on her bottom lip. “At home. So I was going back to get it. And I’ll pay for your tank top. How much did it cost?”
“I hope your dad’s, like, a lawyer or something, being able to afford that fancy car. Because, honestly, if I get whiplash or some kind of neck affliction . . .” Lacey rubs her neck, ignoring Jemima’s tank top offer.
“Okay, well, bye!” I say to Jemima, shooting her a look that says, get the hell out of here if you want to save yourself.
She scampers away obediently before Lacey has a chance to threaten any more litigation.
“Lacey!” I say. “You didn’t have to scare the poor girl.”
“Sorry,” she says. “But Hannah, you have to be tougher on people. What if we were pushovers, and she decided to, like, commit insurance fraud or something so that she wouldn’t have to pay for your car.”
“Insurance fraud? Lacey, I don’t think that’s really—”
“Besides,” she says, “I’m the one who should be scared. I have a bad neck now probably.”
“You do not have a bad neck,” I say, rolling my eyes. I walk back toward the car and open the door.
“What are you doing?” Lacey asks. “It’s almost time for homeroom. The bell’s going to ring in, like, one minute, and I need to see what Danielle Shapiro is wearing. I’ll bet she has a fake tan with one of those little heart cutout things. You know, like skanky body art?”
“You go ahead,” I tell her. “I’ll just—”
“Hannah!” Lacey says. “You are coming into school! Forget about stupid Sebastian Bukowski and his dumb friends. You are sooo over him!” She crosses over to my side of the car and puts her hands on my shoulders. “Hannah, you are amazing. You are gorgeous and smart and you deserve someone way better than Sebastian. He doesn’t even deserve to be a passing thought through your brain.” She looks into my eyes. “Now, we are going to go into school, me and you, and no matter what happens, I’m going to be right by your side, okay? Nothing to worry about.”
“Thanks, Lace,” I say, giving her a weak smile. I don’t have the heart or the strength to tell her that Sebastian’s not even the half of it. That he’s not even the quarter of it. I don’t have the heart to tell her about Ava, or about what happened with Noah last night. And I don’t have the strength to argue with her. So when she takes my hand, I don’t protest, and when she pulls me across the parking lot, I force my feet to march in the direction of school.
Here goes nothing.
Top Customer Reviews
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.Read more ›
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.Read more ›
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.
I was very happy with how it turned out. It was real, with both Hannah and Noah taking responsibility for how they each acted, knowing how they should have handled things and how they actually did handle them. Yes, some of it seemed a touch melodramatic, but it was written from a 17 year old's point of view, and what teenager doesn't over dramatize some things in life?
Each chapter seemed to end with something like a cliff hanger. You knew what would ultimately happen, but at the end of each chapter, when it switches between past and present day, you're left wanting to know just a little bit more of the story.
As for the characters themselves, I love when they have flaws. And I don't just mean a pimple or scar. I'm mean actual flaws that make them human. There wasn't any perfection within the characters and I loved that. They were human with human problems and that made it easy to relate to.
This was a perfect end of summer read and it put Barnholdt on my list of authors I'll be anxious to read again.
Most Recent Customer Reviews
I read this book in 5 hours. Such an easy read and it pulls you in from the beginning. Definitely my new favorite book. It won't be the last book I read by this author either. Read morePublished 5 days ago by Anna
Sometimes It Happens' is a compelling read, full of drama and angst interspersed with laugh-out-loud wit. Read morePublished 18 months ago by Sue Holmes @Crushingcinders
it had great suspense at the end of each chapter! really keep you wanting to read more , the characters were really relatable just like the storyPublished on January 1, 2014 by amar
it just wasn't a book I'd be dying to read
it was kind of PG,and just not my style
could of been better
Best friends's boyfriends are off limits! This book tackles the number one rule in girl code & does a fine job at it!
I would recommend this to teen girls for sure!
Loved it so much it was awesome seriously. Interesting, fun, a great book for teenagers . Highly recommended , it's great.Published on August 10, 2013 by yiskasara
This book kept me interested through the whole thing. I loved this book and I definitely recommend it for teens.Published on July 1, 2013 by Faith Marie Even
OMG! I don't like reading but, this is literally this is a fantastic book! I've never been so interested in a book. I recommend this book. Especially to like 13-16 year olds.Published on March 22, 2013 by Megan Dye