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Contents (112)
  1. Dedication
  2. Epigraph
  3. Contents
  4. Chapter One
  5. The Cat’s Out of the Box
  6. Chapter Two
  7. The Most Important Meal of the Day
  8. Chapter Three
  9. The Comeback Kid Minus the Comebacks
  10. Chapter Four
  11. AKA Patricia
  12. Chapter Five
  13. One Size Does Not Fit All
  14. Chapter Six
  15. The Difference Between Like and Like-Like
  16. Chapter Seven
  17. Good as Gravy
  18. Chapter Eight
  19. By Invitation Only
  20. Chapter Nine
  21. The Witching Hour
  22. Chapter Ten
  23. 100% Duck
  24. Chapter Eleven
  25. It’s the Thought That Counts
  26. Chapter Twelve
  27. Our Very Best Life
  28. Chapter Thirteen
  29. The Life of the Party
  30. Chapter Fourteen
  31. Ask and You Shall Receive
  32. Chapter Fifteen
  33. R-E-S-P-E-C-T
  34. Chapter Sixteen
  35. Neutral Territory
  36. Chapter Seventeen
  37. A Girl on a Mission
  38. Chapter Eighteen
  39. Paper, Paper, Get Your Paper!
  40. Chapter Nineteen
  41. Risky Business
  42. Chapter Twenty
  43. No Right Choice
  44. Chapter Twenty-One
  45. The Kind of Promise You Can Keep
  46. Chapter Twenty-Two
  47. Behind Door Number Three
  48. Chapter Twenty-Three
  49. Common Ground
  50. Chapter Twenty-Four
  51. Back on the Market
  52. Chapter Twenty-Five
  53. Let It All Out
  54. Chapter Twenty-Six
  55. My Calling
  56. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  57. First-Date Jitters
  58. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  59. Home Sweet Home
  60. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  61. Causing a Scene
  62. Chapter Thirty
  63. A New Kind of Normal
  64. Chapter Thirty-One
  65. Stuck in the Middle
  66. Chapter Thirty-Two
  67. Three Legs Are Better Than Two
  68. Chapter Thirty-Three
  69. Project BFF
  70. Chapter Thirty-Four
  71. Lip-Synching for My Life
  72. Chapter Thirty-Five
  73. Dear Sweet Pea
  74. Author’s Note
  75. About the Author
  76. Copyright
  77. About the Publisher

“Bring up the lights!” shouts Ricky.

It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust, but when they do, I see the damage, and it’s not good. I guess it’s not every day that you puke on your archnemesis, your BFF, a teenage boy, and a boy who makes you so nervous you feel like you could puke all over again.

I wrap my arms around my tummy. “I don’t feel so good.”

Oscar gasps. “Oh my gosh, Sweet Pea! Are you okay?” His voice drops a little when he realizes midsentence that he’s also been targeted by the second coming of my pizza and cake.

Greg wipes a speck of my puke off his glasses. I wish I could magically disappear.

Kiera shrieks. “Did you really just puke on me? At my own birthday party? That you weren’t even invited to, you weirdo! You’ve ruined it. You’ve ruined my whole party! This is so gross.” Her eyes begin to water, and I can’t believe she’s the one who’s about to cry when I just completely embarrassed myself in front of everyone.

“Kiera,” Mrs. Bryant scolds. “Oh, Sweet Pea, let’s call your parents. Or I mean, your mom. Or your dad.”

Mr. Bryant grunts, and his wife swats at his arm, nailing him pretty hard.

She looks back to me. “Who should we call, dear?”

My gaze scans the room, and I see the face of every single person in my class. They’re an even split between horror and hysterical laughter. “My dad,” I say, my lip quivering as I begin to cry. I can’t hold it in this time.

My mouth tastes sour, and I feel a little sweaty and dizzy, but no amount of discomfort can quiet the fiery rage I feel.

It’s official. I hate Kiera Bryant.

Dear Miss Flora Mae,

This is the second time I’m writing to you, even though you never responded to my first letter. I’m not sure if my letter got lost or what, but I’m trying again. I think my best friend is dumping me. She’s hanging out with new girls who are older than me. And even though I think this is not at all important when deciding to be friends with someone, they’re prettier and skinnier than me too. She’s been avoiding me all summer, and I’m scared I’m going to start fifth grade best friend-less.

Sometimes I get really angry and I wonder if it’s even worth trying to win her back. What’s the point?

But she’s my first real best friend, and I can’t imagine my heart ever hurting more than it does right now. I want her to be my best friend again, but do I even want to be friends with someone who would dump me so easily?

Sincerely,

Heartbroken in Valentine

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Chapter Fourteen

Ask and You Shall Receive

Dad picks me up from Trampoline Zone almost immediately. Thankfully he was nearby since the party was almost over, anyway.