I felt much better since having some nice quality time with Hailey to ground me. I hadn’t spoken to or seen Michael, but that was okay. Maybe we had spent too much time together. I wasn’t even mad anymore about Allie. I just wanted to forget the whole thing. Later in the afternoon, I went to my l...
Chapter 1 KIDS TIRED OF TERRIBLE FOOD, BEG FOR MERCY Can you keep a secret? I can’t! I’m a journalist, and journalists are all about making secrets public. Anyway, it kills me that I have to keep a major secret from almost everyone I know. Even my best friend, Hailey Jones...
Chapter 13 DEADLINE PANIC SETS IN! I avoided Hailey for the rest of the weekend, but when I came into homeroom on Monday morning, there she was, sitting on Michael’s desk! They were chatting and laughing and didn’t see me come in until I was right next to them in my row. &...
She loved the Michael Lawrence crush story, even the Pasty part, and she was mortified at her role in separating me from my one true love. She even offered to step down from the article so I could finish it with Michael, but there was no way I’d take her up on that. First of all, it would look ba...
Chapter 10 Missing Reporter Finally Found Having Good Time! Hailey slept over Friday night and then I went over to her house on Saturday. We spent the day at the mall picking out lip gloss, an awesome new shade of nail polish called Watermelon Slushy, and flip-flops in ant...
My mom’s best friend, April, lives in West Hills. They’ve known each other since kindergarten, and April’s known me since before I was born. She has a daughter, Emma, who’s just a year younger than I am. Of course, Mom and April had dreamed that Emma and I would be BFFs, just like they are, but t...
Chapter 4 PSYCHIC FRIEND DRIVES GIRL BATTY I was so annoyed that all I could do that night was homework. I didn’t even check my e-mail or anything. When I woke up early the next day, I read my usual news feeds and blogs and stuff, and then I opened my e-mail to send an interview request each to J...
Chapter 7 MARTONE GETS THE BLAME . . . AGAIN Mom and Allie were sitting at the kitchen table when I got home. I was still smiling goofily when I joined them at the table. “Productive meeting?” Mom asked. “Very,” I replied. “We wrote a poll that we’re going to use for part of our article, and we’r...