Payton and Emma left a trail of chaos in their wake when they “traded faces” just for fun. This time they’ll switch places to help each other and their friends out of a ginormous mess! Payton is helping out on the middle school musical while Emma puts her brains to use by tutoring—more like “twotoring”—identical twin boys. But when the boys turn out to be double trouble, Payton and Emma’s worlds collide and lead to more middle-school mix-ups and mayhem. In the end, Payton and Emma realize that no matter what, they have each other’s backs (as well as faces). "The second book in this series, following TRADING FACES, is really cute. I love the emphasis on personal happiness as the twins struggle to find their own identities at a new school. Just a great, fun tween read." -TeenReadsToo.com "This is a well-paced story, with chapters alternating between the girls... kids will enjoy it." " -""SLJ, "April 2010 Julia DeVillers is the author of How My Private, Personal Journal Became a Bestseller , which was adapted as a Disney Channel Original Movie called Read It and Weep . She is also the author of the Liberty Porter, First Daughter series and Meet Me at Wonderland and the coauthor of the Trading Faces series, written with her twin sister, Jennifer Roy. Jennifer Roy is the author of the highly acclaimed Yellow Star , which won a Boston Globe-Horn Book Honor Award for Excellence in Children’s Literature and a Sydney Taylor Honor Award. It was a Jewish Book Awards Finalist, an ALA Notable Book, School Library Journal Best Book, and a NYPL Top Book for Reading and Sharing Books for the Teenager. She is also the author of Cordially Uninvited and Mindblind and the coauthor of the Trading Faces series, written with her twin sister, Julia DeVillers. Visit her at JenniferRoy.com. Payton One MIDDLE SCHOOL AFTER LAST PERIOD Cell phone! Oh, no, my cell phone was ringing! I opened my tote bag and scrounged around in a panic. I felt my brush and mirror. My raspberry lip gloss. Ouch, sharp pencil. And phew, my cell phone. I changed the ringer to vibrate. And not a moment too soon because the principal was walking toward us . . . toward us . . . and, whew. She walked right by us. My phone went bzzzzt . “Good job, Payton,” my twin sister, Emma, muttered. “Aren’t we in enough trouble without you breaking the no-cell-phones-on-during-school rule, too?” Why yes. Yes, we were in enough trouble. Considering we were on our way to after-school detention . “Plus, we are only allowed to use our cell phones for emergencies. We’re already grounded. We don’t need to get in any more trouble.” Emma went on and on and on . . . I sighed as I walked down the hall. We passed a WELCOME, GECKOS! poster that was peeling off the wall. Someone had drawn a mustache and earrings on the gecko, the school mascot. Only a little more than a week ago, I’d been so psyched to be at this new school. My own locker! New people! Cute guys! Different teachers! Switching classes! But then, we had switched more than classes. We had switched places. And the whole identical twins trading places thing? Hadn’t worked out so well for us. We passed two boys walking the other way. One turned around and laughed. “Hey, look!” he said. “It’s those TV twins!” They both laughed. My face flamed red with embarrassment. The whole weekend I’d tried to prepare myself for that kind of comment. It had been a seriously long day. “I wonder if they know who is who today,” his friend called out loudly, obviously so we could hear him. “Who is whom ,” Emma muttered as she walked next to me, lugging her ginormous backpack. I rolled my eyes at her. “What?” Emma said. “If they’re going to be insulting, they could at least be grammatically correct.” And then she turned around to call to the boys. “It’s whom! W-H-O-M!” “Oh my gosh,” I said, grabbing her backpack strap and dragging her around the corner. “Shush!” “But he was being inaccurate,” she protested. “And he was trying to make us look silly, but I showed him, didn’t I? Ha! Did you see the look of embarrassment on his face after I pointed out his error?” Augh! He wasn’t embarrassed about his grammar, he was embarrassed for my sister. Emma was so entirely clueless sometimes. “Just let it go,” I moaned. “Isn’t it bad enough that we’re known as the identical twins who switched places, fooled everyone until they were busted, and were filmed making complete idiots of themselves in front of the entire school last week?” “‘Who’ is a subjective pronoun,” Emma muttered. “Duh.” Sigh. Even though last week was only our first week in our new school, we were already kind of famous. But not in a good way. Being called the “TV twins” sounded cool, until you knew the whole story. We hadn’t been on real TV, just the school video-cast shown live on a humongous screen at our first pep rally. When, unknown to us at the time, we were on camera arguing about Emma being a boring brainiac. And about me not doing so great at hanging o