She turned red. “It’s a prop !”
Sure enough, the glitter glue was spreading like a sparkly disease. People were starting to freeze mid-duck-face. dork diaries once upon a dork
Because sitting on the end of my bed was a fairy. Not a cute, sparkly Tinker Bell fairy. This one looked like she’d just wrestled a cat and lost. Her wings were made of crinkled notebook paper, her wand was a chewed-up pen cap, and her tiny dress was a recycled gum wrapper. She turned red
“Mackenzie,” I said loudly, “your apple isn’t poisoned. It’s just… arts and crafts.” ” I said loudly