“It’s not even supposed to be out until next month,” whispered Chloe Garcia, her eyes as wide as dinner plates.
They all froze. It was the unmistakable symphony of an iPhone camera and a perfectly manicured thumb. dork diaries books new
Chloe and Zoey gasped. Mr. Grumbles looked up. And MacKenzie… MacKenzie blinked. Her lips twitched. The carefully constructed fortress of her coolness cracked. “It’s not even supposed to be out until
She pulled out her real diary, the one with the broken lock and the chewed-up corners, and wrote one line: Chloe and Zoey gasped
MacKenzie Hollister was standing over them, her phone angled down like a sniper’s scope. “Well, well,” she cooed, flipping her blonde extensions. “Breaking copyright laws, Nikki? Or just stealing library property? Either way, it’s very dorky.”
The story was epic. Nikki (the fictional one) had accidentally been nominated for class president against her arch-nemesis, the perfectly ponytailed McKenzie (notice the subtle ‘K’ – pure evil). There was a subplot involving a runaway hamster named Sir Fluffington, a disastrous school bake sale, and a boy-band concert where everything went wrong in spectacular, doodle-filled fashion.
Then, in her best dramatic voice, she read aloud from the book: “‘McKenzie’s smile was so fake, scientists could use it to study artificial sweeteners.’”