Survival of the Sparkliest! by Sarah Aronson

Author:Sarah Aronson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.

Isabelle climbed out of the basement, ditched her protective gear, walked to her room, and sat on her bed.

She had a lot to think about.

On one hand, Isabelle wanted to twirl and dance. Mom had spoken to her! This hadn’t been her imagination. Even though she couldn’t tell anyone that the accident hadn’t been totally her fault, she finally had a chance to prove herself—with sparkles, and even better, without any of the pesky rules that had been holding her back.

On the other hand, now that she didn’t have to follow the rules, she had no idea what to do. For the first time ever, she could’ve used some of Clotilda’s dos and don’ts—her advice and quick thinking.

She also was sure that this would be a lot easier if she could tell her sister everything.

But Grandmomma had made it clear: Isabelle was on her own. And she couldn’t do any magic that would attract attention.

It was a bit overwhelming!

Because she had no idea where to begin, Isabelle went to the one place she always went when she felt scared or lonely or needed a boost of confidence: the top of the tower and the cozy spot between the girlgoyles. For once, their inability to hear and speak was an advantage.

She asked them three questions. “What do you think I should do first?” And “Where do you think Mom is?” And “Do you remember the unhappy princess?”

Obviously, they said nothing.

So she made up their answers, and at the same time, tried to boost her confidence.

“Do what Clotilda would do,” one girlgoyle didn’t say.

The other one silently agreed. “Just leave out the red and black sparkles.”

She was sure they remembered the princess as well as Mom—that they’d been friends with her, too. She was sure that they thought she could do this. And that Mom was waiting for her.

And that when this was all done, she would not be living in the Home.

But a sign of some kind would be nice. So she looked up at the sky for the special sparkly star. She started to make the wish she always made, but then she stopped. If she was going to be a great fairy godmother—if she was going to find Mom—she had to start doing and listening and granting. Grandmomma had made it clear: This was her job. So instead of pretending that she could hope Mom home, she threw a few sparkles into the sky.

She wondered:

“Where might she be?”

“Why couldn’t she help me?”

“What am I going to do first?”

“What would I do for Nora?”

Clotilda would say, “Look in the book.” But Grandmomma said, “Look in your heart.” So that’s what she did. And of course, because she couldn’t help it, she looked at Mom’s ring and held it toward the star.

She expected it to turn green, for responsibility. But instead, the ring sparkled a beautiful light blue, for the power of friendship.

Isabelle couldn’t help but feel awful! If she hadn’t messed up, she’d probably be with Nora now. She understood why Mom had hidden the princess.

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