Allie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Glitter Girls and the Great Fake Out by Meg Cabot

Author:Meg Cabot [Cabot, Meg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePub Bud (www.epubbud.com)
Published: 2011-04-14T16:00:00+00:00

RULE #7

Boy-crazy Girls Don’t Understand That Not All Boys Are Great

“Your little brother,” Brittany Hauser said when I’d finally pried Kevin out of the limo and climbed in myself and shut the door, “is kind of cute.”

There was a general chime of agreement.

This, I knew, was a very good omen. Most people (who don’t actually have to live with him) think my little brother Kevin is very cute. I could almost, in fact, forgive Kevin for the horrible thing that he had done, blabbing my secret to Marianne’s little sister, since he had come out and won over the girls in this limo for me.

It wasn’t the easiest audience, either, since it included not only Brittany Hauser, the ringleader of the “Allie Stinkle” episode, but also Mary Kay Shiner, my ex-best friend, who’d once told the whole school that I kept a book of rules (which I don’t think is weird at all. What I think is weird is people who don’t keep a book of rules. How can you know how to act if you don’t know what the rules are?).

“Ha, thanks,” I said.

I’ll admit, I was a little nervous. The chauffeur (the limo was driven by a chauffeur! He had a uniform and a special hat and everything!) had come around when I’d dragged my suitcase up to the limo and put it in the trunk, then held the door open for me. Like I was a movie star or something! No one had ever done this for me before.

And then, when I got into the limo, I’d found five pairs of eyes staring at me — not counting Mrs. Hauser’s, because she was sitting in the front seat with the driver.

There was Brittany, of course, the birthday girl. And Courtney Wilcox, Brittany’s ex-best friend, who’d been replaced by my ex-best friend, Mary Kay Shiner, who was sitting on the other side of Brittany.

And there were two other girls I remembered from our class in Walnut Knolls Elementary: Lauren Freeman and Paige Moseley.

All the girls were dressed super stylishly, with lip gloss and little purses and — I should have known — high-heeled zip-up boots.

I looked sadly down at my cowboy boots. Sometimes it feels like no matter how hard I try, I can never win. This should be a rule.

“Hi, Allie,” Mrs. Hauser called from the front of the car. It was like she was a million miles away. Seriously, that’s how long the limo was. The seats in the back were so long, we could all have lain down on them and had room to spare. “It’s lovely to see you.”

“Hi, Mrs. Hauser,” I called to her. “Thank you very much for having me.”

My mom told me that Thank you very much for having me is what you say when someone invites you to a birthday party. It’s a rule.

“You’re so welcome,” Mrs. Hauser said. “I understand that your parents are out of town?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said. Saying yes, ma’am and no, sir are other things my mom and dad told us we have to say to grown-ups when we’re invited somewhere.

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