Dork Diaries — Once Upon A Dork

“So… no ride, no invite, and no shoes?” I summed up.

“Mackenzie,” I said loudly, “your apple isn’t poisoned. It’s just… arts and crafts.” dork diaries once upon a dork

Everyone unfroze, pointed, and laughed.

Then it was my turn.

I grabbed Brandon’s camera, flipped on the flash, and aimed it at the “magic mirror.” The light bounced off, hitting the apple and—because glitter glue is 90% reflective—sent a blast of light straight into Mackenzie’s hair. “So… no ride, no invite, and no shoes

(P.S. Brianna stole the pen to draw a mustache on my pillow. It still works, though. Magic is weird.) “So… no ride