Can someone give me a realistic problem for my story? Girl story, so any girls please?

Question by iSтαℓк: Can someone give me a realistic problem for my story? Girl story, so any girls please?
My story is about a girl who moves from L.A. to Crystal Falls and she meets kids her age there. They become friends and start doing activities together, like making a movie, and going to cafes. I just need a problem, and then I can figure out the solution by myself. What would you like to read in a realistic fiction girl book? Um, kind of like the Clique series and Camp Confidential series. I really don’t know the point of Camp C.’s problem, because it rotates perspectives. This novel is about fifth-eighth level really, so what problems do girls that age have? (I’m in seventh, and during winter break right now, all I have is what to do and I’m stuck with no friends only family) Any suggestions? Thanks! Here’s the first few paragraphs (eww no indents) to help.

Chapter 1

I walked slowly down the sidewalk on the hot but cool summer day. It was around three, three-thirty. There was nothing to do, nothing at all for me,an average twelve year old who lives in Crystal Falls–Mish Carson. Ah, I thought to myself, Crystal Falls. That was the problem with me having nothing to do. All because we had to move from famous Los Angeles—Hollywood, might I add—to boring old Crystal Falls here in the middle of nowhere. Okay, maybe not nowhere–Michigan isn’t exactly nowhere. There just isn’t anything to do here. I liked being back in Los Angeles. Once or twice I would spot a famous star walking down the street and ask for their autograph. But I doubted that would happen in Crystal Falls.
I decided to turn around and get my bike. Maybe I could get a free cone from Mr. Smythe, the ice cream shop owner. After all, in a town this small, he was sure to know me enough to figure out my father was an attorney.”Ah, you’re Mr. Carson’s daughter, Michelle!” he would probably say. I would say back,”No, I’m Mish,” annoyed, because that had never happened in Los Angeles. My dad wasn’t as well known in LA as here. I mean, when I introduced myself to someone, I would say, “Mish. Call me Mish,” and they would never have to know I was Michelle. Ugh. I hated people calling me “Michelle”. “Mish” was so much better.
I had reached my house by now. For a small town in the middle of Michigan, it was pretty classy. Tall, three storied, pink with white shutters and white poles coming down from the roof that stuck off the edge–not dangerously, just very pretty and magical looking, almost like a palace, but smaller. I had been looking forward to moving. My friends back in LA had been really comforting, convincing me that moving would be great. They still e-mailed me a lot, and they were just like their plain old selves. I stepped into the shed, which was beige and had a tan roof. It was pretty plain compared to my “magical” home. I pulled my bike out from under Dan and Amy’s bikes. Dan was my fourteen year old brother, and Amy was seventeen. Amy usually spent her time locked up in her room, calling her friends and chattering away about boys and things only a seventeen year old would know.
Dan was a real pain, always making up lame jokes and adding the ever so annoying, “Do you get it?” and he’s always lazy but sometimes he’s okay. Sometimes.

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Answer by Bella Swan!!!
It’s really really good! Maybe Mish could run away back to Hollywood or fall in love with either a nerdy boy(lose her friends/social status) or a popular boy(he doesn’t like her). I don’t know just a few suggestions…

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