‘What about a pigeon-deflecting helmet?’
Connor was leaning back in his chair with a biro in his mouth. ‘That covers points seven and eight.’
‘No, it doesn’t. Putting on a deflecting helmet wouldn’t cure my fear of pigeons. It would just keep them away from me. I sighed. Don’t assume I didn’t already think about that one.’
Her worries were soon forgotten when as she stepped up and performed a neat tuck somersault on the beam. A couple of girls who had been watching cheered. ‘Thank you, thank you,’ she said, taking a bow. That was the first time she’d landed perfectly on a first go, without wobbling, and a rush of happiness swept over her.
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Gracie keeps jumping out of her skin every time the doorbell goes. (I’m actually feeling a little nervous too.) It’s been thirty-five minutes since people arrived and we still haven’t spoken to anyone except each other. We’re all pretending it’s fine, like we’re some sort of incredibly exclusive club, not like a cluster of scared penguins, huddled protectively together. I should probably stop running to the toilet and blogging.
Friday’s Page 69 ~ A Babysitter’s Guide to Monster Hunting
A set of big dark eyes locked on me from under a tussle of choppy, blue-and-black hair that looked like the girl had cut it herself. Her nose was small, dotted with freckles. A tiny diamond stud winked on her left nostril. She was older than me -by at least a couple of years- and she looked like she belonged in detention for punching someone in the stomach.
And now I’m here, sitting on the hood of Maddie’s car, giggling to myself in the dark. I can’t believe I actually just said that to Stuart Shah. I feel like what a superhero must feel like. I feel like I can hear everything, see everything, still feel the vibrating air between us and the snap of the book in my hand as I shut it and the edge of his sleeve I brushed as I left. I can’t remember when I felt such a rush.
Romance. Passion. Love.
She had never experienced them before, but she imagined they would leave her feeling like that dream had. Like the Joker did, with his quick smiles and witty remarks. She felt like she could talk to him for hours, for days and months and years, and never tire of it.
Madi it her lip as she composed her reply. It had grown increasingly difficult to keep all her fans happy. A year and a half ago, she’d had a group of twenty thousand steady followers, but in that last year her fan base had exploded. Legions of MadLibbers – from all parts of the world – waiting on her every post, their numbers increasing exponentially.
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Jane Jones: Worst. Vampire. Ever.
Then I wheeled around, ready to pounce on my meddlesome mother -but she was already at the front closet, wearing an old L.L. Bean barn jacket and sunglasses, trying to dig the keys to the Volvo out of her overstuffed purse.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, I guess we’re going shopping, right?”
“Ma!” I rolled my eyes. “There isn’t really a bra sale! You made it up remember? I was just trying to blow him off.”
Chazz: [voiceover] Your one-of-a-kind, out-of-this-world adventure is about to begin. Over the next few weeks, you will encounter a multitude of physical, mental, and emotional challenges. You will be subjected to the psychological rigors of complete isolation hundreds of miles above the planet. You will be separated from your friends and loved ones, with no one to talk to but the other Spacetronauts, the confessional camera, and occasionally, during the live broadcasts, me.