It is a whole week later, and no one listens to me except Rainbow Sparkle. I have not practiced my narrator lines all the way through with one family member—not ever—and this is just unfair. It is not even that my house is so boring; it’s just too loud. I like loud noises, but only when they are ...
IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT there is chocolate pudding in Timmy’s hair. Mom says that it is my fault, of course. She thinks that just because I pulled the pudding cup away from Timmy, and it squirted on his face when I squeezed it, that this whole chocolate pudding thing is my...
I am so glad to get away from Paige and Timmy and the twins and exploding pizzas and trespassing ghosts that the minute I see Mrs. Spangle, I throw my arms around her waist and squeeze her. “What’s this for?” she asks, but she squeezes my shoulders right back. “I am happy to see you,” I tell her....