Read the excerpt from "I'm Not Thirteen Yet" by Amy Bernstein.
"This afternoon is going to be so much fun," said Lynette. "It's going to be you, me, and the rest of the `Fab Thirteens.' Just remember, no twelve-year-olds."
I heard a toilet flush and scurried into an empty stall. Their giggles felt like needles. I heard the sinks running and knew they were tossing their locks in the mirror. This couldn't be happening. But I was quickly getting the picture that it was.