A couple seemingly harmless lies flip a girl’s life on its head as she tries to fit in with her school’s popular crowd in this hilarious and all-too-relatable middle grade novel—now with a reimagined look! While thirteen-year-old Devon Delaney spends the summer with her grandmother, she tells her summer friend, Lexi, about how popular she is back home—even dating the most popular guy in school, Jared Bentley. Devon is a total liar. It’s all made up, but there’s no way Lexi could find out the truth, right? Wrong. On the first day of school, a new student gets introduced to the class: Lexi. Now, Devon has to scramble to make her lies come true before Lexi realizes what huge fibs she told over the summer. How hard can it be to get popular fast? Or to start dating Jared…a boy she’s never talked to before. Devon does what she can, but the more she tries to keep up her new image, the more things go wrong. Her family thinks she’s nuts, her best friend won’t speak to her, and even worse, Jared starts crushing on Lexi and Devon starts crushing on Jared’s best friend, Luke! If she wants to keep the people she really cares about, she’ll have to figure out who the real Devon Delaney is before she’s gone too far. Lauren Barnholdt is the author of the teen novels The Thing About the Truth , Sometimes It Happens , One Night That Changes Everything , Two-way Street , Right of Way , and Watch Me . She is also the author of the middle grade novels The Secret Identity of Devon Delaney , Devon Delaney Should Totally Know Better , Four Truths and a Lie , Rules for Secret-Keeping , Fake Me a Match , and the Girl Meets Ghost series. She lives in Waltham, Massachusetts. Visit her at LaurenBarnholdt.com. Chapter One chapter one Of course I’ve lied before. I mean, who hasn’t? But they were small lies. White lies. Lies that wouldn’t hurt anyone, and that no one even really knew were lies. Like when I told my friend Nicole last year at the sixth-grade dance that no one could see her underwear through her dress, even though everyone totally could, especially when the revolving lights passed over where we were standing. (By then, Nicole’s mom had already dropped us off and gone home, so unless Nicole wanted to change into her gym clothes or find someone who had an extra, non-underwear-exposing dress hanging around, there was nothing anyone could do about it.) Or when I tell my grandma that her spaghetti sauce is the best I’ve ever tasted, even though I like the sauce they use at Bertucci’s way better. Or the time my mom asked if I was feeding tuna to the cat, and I told her I wasn’t, even though I was. She couldn’t figure out why he was gaining so much weight when he was on his lean kibble, but since the vet said he’s perfectly healthy, I figured giving him tuna wasn’t a big deal. But like I said, these are small lies. Minuscule, even. Not life-changing. And besides, I don’t make it a point to lie all the time. Until last summer, of course, when I somehow became the biggest liar in Connecticut, creating a total made-up life that had nothing to do with my real life at all. My mom says that karma always comes around to get you, and I guess it’s true. Because last summer I was a total liar, and now, right here, in the middle of Mr. Pritchard’s third-period math class, my whole world is about to come crashing down. Mr. Pritchard is at the front of the classroom, and standing next to him is Lexi Cortland, which pretty much means that my life is over. Because Lexi knows I’m a liar. Actually, no, she doesn’t know I’m a liar, she’s the one I lied to , and now she’s here and it’s going to become apparent that I’m a liar because— “Devi!” Lexi squeals, right in the middle of Mr. Pritchard introducing her to the class. Mr. Pritchard looks around, and I slink down in my seat. “Oh.” Mr. Pritchard sounds surprised. “Alexis, do you know Devon Delaney?” “Yes!” Lexi says. “We only spent the whole summer together!” “Great,” says Mr. Pritchard. “Why don’t you take the seat next to her? It always helps to see a familiar face.” Lexi beams and makes her way down the aisle toward me. She’s wearing a silver skirt and a beaded pink tank top with a short, fitted jacket over it. Her nails match her lip gloss. “Devi!” Lexi says. It sounds weird having her call me that, since everyone else at school calls me Devon. “Hey,” I say, wondering if I should pretend I don’t know her. I could make her think she was mistaking me for someone she thought she knew, like the time I thought I saw this girl from my church in the cafeteria but it turned out it wasn’t her. And the girl was all “I’m not Beth.” And I was like, “Oh, okay, sorry.” It wasn’t a big deal. Maybe I can just pretend I’m not Devon. I practice looking confused. “Oh, hi.” I squint at her like I don’t know who she is. “Can you believe I’m here?” she says. Mr. Pritchard drones on up front, not even caring that she’s talking. Teachers always let new people get away