For graduates of Junie B. Jones, the “genuinely compassionate” ( Kirkus Reviews ) third novel in the Meena Zee series follows lovable Meena as she tries to keep her best friend, Sofí ​ a, from moving away. Everything is going Meena’s way. Her seizures are under control, she’s started the Finders Keepers Club, and she’s trying hard to be a better friend. So when Sofía’s cat, Oriol, goes missing, Meena is the first to help her look. But when Meena learns Sofía’s family might be moving far away, everything starts to fall apart. Worst of all, Sofía seems more worried about finding her cat than leaving Meena behind! With a little help from her trash collection, Meena sets out to locate Oriol and keep Sofía close. But what if being a good friend means losing what she loves most? At Meena’s age, Karla Manternach was a smudgy kid in tube socks. She once stopped an entire parade by running in front of a fire truck for candy. Karla liked every subject in school but always loved writing best of all. Today, she is a freelance writer who creates books for young readers. Karla lives with her family in small-town Wisconsin. Her favorite color is orange. Mina Price is an American illustrator and designer. She has a particular affinity for character design and lifestyle illustration, or basically any project that allows her to draw interesting people in cool outfits. She enjoys finding ways to seamlessly marry traditional and digital art, going from scanner to Photoshop to printer to paint and back again. Mina graduated from the Maryland Institute College of Art with a BFA in illustration. Now she is a freelance illustrator and designer who does everything from editorial to publishing work and all that’s in between. When she is not drawing, Mina can frequently be found baking things with lots of sugar or getting way too emotional over a good book. Chapter 1 1 Our milk jug igloo is the perfect spot for club meetings. I drop to my knees and crawl inside. It’s cool and wet today, but it’s cozy and dry in here. Milk lids dot the walls in rainbow colors—blue for skim, green for low fat, and red for whole. We even have orange, which you can only get if you buy those milk jugs full of juice! The only color that’s missing is pink for strawberry milk. I feel a twinge in my stomach every time I notice. Sofía would have brought those jugs, but we were in a fight when we built the igloo, so I didn’t invite her. At least she’s part of the club now. I call through the doorway, “Are you two coming?” My cousin Eli crawls in and sits across from me, his muddy knees the same color as his freckles. “She’s checking for eggs again,” he says with a grin. I groan. Eli’s chicken coop is on the back porch too, and Sofía can’t stay away from it. She’s always watching the chickens peck at their feathers or opening the little drawers to look for eggs. I’m about to call her again when I stop. Give her a minute, I tell myself. I’ve been Sofía’s best friend since kindergarten, but… well, I haven’t always been very good at it. Sometimes I forget to give her a turn or listen to her ideas. A few times I’ve stopped talking to her because I was mad or hurt. I do listen when she moans about getting a word wrong on her spelling test. I put up with the way she smooths out the blankets after I sit on her bed. She also has a thing about wearing black socks with her blue sneakers, and I’ve never once said anything about it. But Sofía has been a much better friend to me. She helps me collect beautiful trash. She trades lunch food with me to make sure I get every color of the rainbow. And this year, when I started having seizures, and none of the other kids would come near me, Sofía stayed right by my side. I spin the friendship bracelet around my wrist and make myself wait. It’s her club too, even if it is my turn to be president. When she finally crawls in, I scooch back against the wall, pick up our big metal spoon, and clang it against the floor. “Order! Order! The Finders Keepers Club is now in session! Vice President Eli, what’s first on our agenda?” “Snacks. I brought popcorn.” He rattles the bag in his hand and empties it onto the floorboards in the middle of our circle. “I brought chicles ,” Sofía says, reaching into her pocket. The little rectangles click as she drops them into the pile. Technically, they aren’t a snack, since you aren’t supposed to swallow gum, but they come in cool flavors like cough drop and black jelly bean. I reach into the front pocket of my tie-dyed hoodie. “I brought animal crackers.” I open the little box, dump it onto the floor, and scoop up a handful. “Next is savings,” Eli says. I crunch on my snack and turn to Sofía. “Madam Treasurer, how much money have we found?” She peeks inside the spare jug we use for a bank. “Nine cents since we started the club. Four pennies and a nickel.” We nod at each other, impressed. Eli was the one who spotted the nickel two weeks ago, but I foun