Last night, I was peacefully sleeping (dreaming about a world where my little sister, Brianna, doesn’t use my art supplies to paint a mustache on my sleep mask), when I was rudely awakened by a THUD.
“Well, well,” she smirked. “The dork brigade arrived in a hamper . How storybook.”
“At least our carriage isn’t a giant zucchini,” I shot back. dork diaries once upon a dork
And screamed.
The curse broke.
She vanished.
Because sitting on the end of my bed was a fairy. Not a cute, sparkly Tinker Bell fairy. This one looked like she’d just wrestled a cat and lost. Her wings were made of crinkled notebook paper, her wand was a chewed-up pen cap, and her tiny dress was a recycled gum wrapper. Last night, I was peacefully sleeping (dreaming about
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