From the creator of the popular Disney Channel original movie Jump In! comes a novel perfect for fans of stories about sports, summer, and friendship. "Keep this on the shelf next to other fierce sports novels, like Victoria Jamieson's Roller Girl. " -- Booklist Brooklyn middle schooler MaKayla can only think about one thing--taking her double Dutch team all the way to the National Jump-off at Madison Square Garden. That is, until her mother breaks the news. Kayla has to spend the summer at her aunt's house in North Carolina while her parents work out their problems . . . or decide to call it quits. Kayla does not feel at home in the South, and she certainly doesn't get along with her snooty cousin Sally. It looks like her Jump-off dreams are over. Hold the phone! Turns out, double Dutch is huge in the South. She and Sally just need to find two more kids for a team. And a routine. And the confidence to stand up to the double Dutch divas who used to be Sally's BFFs. Time to show those Southern belles some Brooklyn attitude! "A fun, well-paced read bubbling with energy and charming, diverse characters." — Kirkus Reviews "Keep this on the shelf next to other fierce sports novels, like Victoria Jamieson’s Roller Girl ." — Booklist "Flawless descriptions make visualizing signature moves easy and keep readers hooked." —Bulletin for the Center of Children's Books Doreen Spicer-Dannelly is a native New Yorker and writer/producer in television and film, best known for the Disney Channel's The Proud Family and Jump In! She also created the international teen sitcom The Wannabes Starring Savvy. She lives in Los Angeles with husband, Charlie S. Dannelly II, and her toy poodle/writing partner, Tiger. She's a proud alumna of the HBCU Morgan State University. Having a passion for teen and tween content, Spicer-Dannelly continues to develop inclusive content and girl empowerment projects under the auspices of Spicerack Productions Inc. Visit her at spicerackproductionsinc.com and follow @DoreenSpicer on Instagram and Twitter and Spicerack Productions, Inc. on Facebook. 1     Double the Pressure     Man, it’s hot! The air is thick and sticky like the lotion on my skin, and it’s just the way I like Brooklyn in the summertime. People around Bed-Stuy are always complaining about the humidity, but I love it. It’s like drinking water when I’m jumping double Dutch. Refreshing. But one thing I can’t stand is when I’m still in the house and I’m sweating just trying to do my hair. After three extremely hot summers, I thought my parents would’ve installed air conditioners by now, but no. And my fan is on its last legs. Pitiful. But if I don’t hurry, I’m going to be late for practice, and if that happens, my coach can disqualify me from competition. So I put my hundreds of micro-braids into a ponytail. It’s better this way ’cause it won’t mess me up when I’m jumping. I don’t know how my friends can fuss with their hair and put on makeup in this heat. They do it just to look cute for the boys, who barely pay attention to them anyway. We’re only thirteen; we’ll have plenty of time for boys later. Besides, they have no idea how they look after practice. All those makeup shades and mascara mixed with dripping sweat make for one colorful hot mess.   I rush out of my room to find my little brother playing games. Literally. Cameron is sitting on the steps playing on his kiddie tablet with one sock laid out right next to him and the other at the top of the stairs. “Cameron!” He never does what I ask. Then again, he’s only seven. “Cameron, did you put socks on your feet before you put on your sneakers?” I can see he didn’t. “Cameron!” Having a little brother requires patience, and right now I don’t have any.   “Cam, I’ve got to get out of here. You should have been ready an hour ago, like I asked you.” This boy is not even paying attention to me. So I snatch his toy away. “Go get your other sock and come right back down here. Now!”   “Stop yelling at me.” Cameron hates me yelling at him as much as I hate my mother yelling at us, but it’s just so darn effective. I quickly wrestle the socks onto his feet and tie his sneakers, and we’re out the door. Finally.       My mother was supposed to drop Cameron off at the babysitter’s on her way out, but she said she had to leave early. Said she had something important to do. I am guessing it had something to do with my dad, because she had that serious I’m-about-to-kick-somebody’s-butt look on her face. My mother usually acts all dignified, but she’s feisty. And when she’s suspicious of somebody messing around with him, my mother gets really jealous. One time she cursed out a cashier at the supermarket who was flirting with my dad while my mom was standing right next to him. Sometimes I overhear women in my neighborhood talking about how my father is too handsome for his own good and that my mother puts up with too much of his stuff--well, they use other words, but I get their