Hello, Okay so I love MDBC sooo much and I saw this idea from someone and loved it. Credit to the original author. I am starting at book three because someone already did book 1&2. I hope you enjoy!

Jess:

My family and I crowd into the car on the way to the Wong's. The parents decided that it seemed right considering she was on the cover. To be honest it kind of freaked me out when I learned that someone knew my thoughts from the first three years of book club, but eventually decided I could live with my "extended family" knowing. When we arrived I heard Aunt Phoebe talking to my mom in a hushed voice, "I really hope they do get book club back together. It made life a little bit better for all of us." I sigh actually agreeing. When I enter the reading room I see everyone already there.

"Jess, finally! Now can we start Mom?" Cassidy asks.

We all laugh.

"I guess since you asked so nicely." Aunt Clementine says while giggling.

AUTUMN "Don't you think it would be interesting if you really could read the story of your life—written perfectly truthfully by an omniscient author?" —Daddy-Long-Legs

"Yes, won't this be interesting!" Emma says

Jess

"Oh no," I mutter

"When you get accustomed to people or places or ways of living, and then have them suddenly snatched away, it does leave an awfully empty, gnawing sort of sensation." —Daddy-Long-Legs

Dear Miss Delaney . . . "What's this?" I ask, picking up the letter that's lying in the middle of my plate and scooching my chair closer to the table. "I guess you'll have to read it and find out, won't you." My mother replies. There's a funny tone in her voice and she's smiling across the table at my dad. One of those mysterious we know something you don't kind of smiles.

"Ha yes we actually did know something you didn't!" My mom and dad high five while I internally groan.

I look to see my friends mouth "Josie Pye" to me. I stifle a giggle as Aunt Clementine continues.

Frowning, I start to read:

"Dear Miss Delaney, Congratulations! We're delighted to inform you that you have been nominated for a Colonial Academy Founder's Award. Created in honor of Harriett Witherspoon, the illustrious educator and suffragette who established our school, this award for academic excellence is offered each year to an outstanding local eighth-grade girl. It is indeed an honor to be nominated for this scholarship, and we hope you will accept it. Once again, congratulations—we look forward to welcoming you to our school!"

I toss the letter aside and start assembling my burger.

"Oh I remember this now, and I also remember how NO ONE LISTENED TO ME!" I shout glaring at my parents…..and Emma.

"Honey, but now you love Colonial Academy," I sigh and agree with my dad.

"Yeah I guess you're right." I mutter motioning for the reading to continue.

"I don't want to go to Colonial Academy," I tell my parents matter-of-factly. "Pass the ketchup please, Dylan."

My little brother removes one sticky paw from the ear of corn he's busy gnawing and shoves the bottle over to me. I pick it up gingerly, trying to avoid the buttery smears where his fingers touched it. Out of the corner of my eye I see my parents exchange a glance.

"Honey, are you sure you understand?" says my mother. "They're offering you a full scholarship!"

"So?"

"Shouldn't you at least think it over?"

"I did," I reply, slapping the top of the bun onto my burger. "I don't want to go."

"I forgot how stubborn Jess could be guys!" Megan says laughing.

Everyone else joins in as I smirk.

"Yeah well stubborn wasn't enough to get me out of going." I say, "And thank you again Aunt Calliope for giving me the scholarship."

"No problem Jess, I'm so glad I could be of service." She replies hugging me.

Emma squeezes my hand and says, "Let's continue shall we."