Title: LEMON LAVENDER
Genre: Contemporary YA
Word Count: 61,000
Logline: Blending in above all costs is sixteen-year-old Lemon Lavender’s solution for surviving high school with her "kid of a rock star" name, but when she defies her own rules and falls for the attractive new guy, she's thrown into a twisted web of gossip blog drama, lies, and lemon attacks, which force her to make a choice—allow false rumors to define who she is, or stop hiding and fight for her own identity.
There are three rules to surviving high school with a name like Lemon Lavender. Notice I didn’t say three simple rules, because simplicity has nothing to do with it. If you’re looking for simple, then you’re already doomed—just accept that your name will be joked about until you graduate high school and probably even after.
The ultimate, especially critical Rule One of Survival is to blend in above all costs. Because you’ll have convince everyone you aren’t a toolbag for being named like the kid of a rock star, it’s best to fade into the background. Example: I have dishwater blonde hair, worn straight and without highlights, even though it makes my mother cringe. Generic long-sleeve shirts in one color. Basic jeans with no swirls, sequins, bling, or bedazzles. Shoes—just Converse, not too clean, not too dirty. Overall, I wasn’t ugly or pretty. Just plain and vanilla and invisible.
This leads me to Rule Two. Accept that blending in won’t work all of the time, such as when there are only three minutes left until the end of homeroom and you’re late for the second time in a week and the fifth time since school started a month before. A normal person would be able to slip into Westmoore High’s crowded hallways, head down, and lie to Vice Principal Hawkins about being late. But when your name is a flashing neon sign, kiss that option goodbye. While the easy part was getting into the building and walking into class, convincing Hawkins that my homeroom teacher hallucinated my absence was about as likely as me waking up to find out I was really named Sarah or Jessica or Emma.
As an addendum to Rule Two—when you can’t blend in, your mission is still to blend in. Example: Getting caught was inevitable, but if I gave myself up now, I’d have to wait for Hawkins to issue me a detention and send me back to English Lit during the middle of class, when 25 pairs of eyes would stare as I entered the room and walked to my desk.
Not going to happen.