Breakfast!” My eyes open. The first thing I see is the wood of my bedroom floor. Why? Because my head is on the floor. My body is on the floor. I fell asleep on the floor! A small pool of glue is also on the floor, and my almost completely decorated wine bottle is less than a foot away. I jump to my feet, pick it up, and quickly but gently place it in the bottom drawer of my desk. So much for doing the MENSAJE EN BOTELLA before school. I throw off my pajamas and find some clothes to wear. “I’m making smoothies!” Dad shouts from the kitchen. “Great!” I yell back, though I really don’t care. He’s probably getting all healthy for his wedding to Paige. Since I happen to be around, I get a smoothie too. I grab my brush and look in the mirror. That’s when I see that there is glitter—along with tiny specks of dust and dirt—all over my cheek and the side of my face that was on the floor. I wipe my cheek with my hand…or at least I try to. The glitter is not moving. It’s glued to my face.
