Her hair puffed up like a cotton candy explosion.
Mackenzie’s eyes narrowed. “I’m running for Storybook Queen. And I’ll win. Because I’m the fairest of them all.” She tossed her hair. “Obviously.” dork diaries once upon a dork
School hallway
Not a small thud. A Mackenzie Hollister-stomping-past-my-locker-just-to-ignite-me kind of thud. Her hair puffed up like a cotton candy explosion
“At least our carriage isn’t a giant zucchini,” I shot back. dork diaries once upon a dork
The dress code was “Storybook Chic.” In regular girl language, that means “beautiful ballgown made of starlight and unicorn tears.” In my language, it means “what can I glue together before my mom finds out I raided her craft closet?”