Click. Snap.
She pulled out her real diary, the one with the broken lock and the chewed-up corners, and wrote one line:
“It’s not even supposed to be out until next month,” whispered Chloe Garcia, her eyes as wide as dinner plates.
I opened the door, leaning against the frame in what I hoped was a "casual rock star" pose. "Oh, hey, Brandon! Just chilling with my band. We’re rehearsing for the big show." dork diaries books new
My heart stopped. I wasn't expecting anyone. I peeked through the curtains and saw a familiar guy with messy brown hair and a camera hanging around his neck.
“Page one-forty-two,” Nikki whispered, her voice reverent. “She draws a mustache on McKenzie’s campaign poster.”
I repeat:
Nikki’s face flushed as red as the book’s glittery lettering. If MacKenzie posted a photo of them with the advanced copy, the publisher might recall it. Worse, their secret reading fort would be discovered.
"Um, Nikki?" Chloe said gently. "I don’t actually know how to play the guitar. I just own one because it looks cool in the corner of my room."
Brandon blinked.
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"Deal," I said. "But if I look dorky in the photos, I’m confiscating your camera!"
My face was burning so hot I could have roasted marshmallows on my forehead. My "cool rock star" image was shattering into a million pieces. I opened the door, leaning against the frame