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The Fashion Disaster that Changed My Life

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Overview

Alli longs to be popular, but fate just keeps conspiring to make her totallyuncool. Who else would be humiliated by a piece of her mom's underwear stuck to her butt by static cling Despite the fact that Alli is certain the universe is plotting against her, she does eventually break into the inner circle of seventh-grade cool. But nothing is as she expected, and there's ugliness lurking behind even the prettiest face.Alli bares it all to her journal as she figures out where she fits in and, most important of all, what it means to be a real friend.

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Bio of Lauren Myracle

Lauren Myracle is the author of many popular books for teens and tweens, including New York Times bestsellers Twelve, ttyl, and ttfn (Abrams). She lives with her family in Fort Collins, Colorado.

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Penguin Group, Inc.

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398.19 KB

Number of Pages

160

eBook ISBN

9780786587988

Excerpt from: The Fashion Disaster that Changed My Life by Lauren Myracle

Tuesday, September 5, 3:25 P.M.
Why does everything in my life have to go so wrong?! Why?!! Out of all the people in the world, why do I have to be the freak who went to school on the very first day of the year with a pair of PANTIES stuck by static cling to the leg of my pants?!!!

La, la, la, isn't life great?WHOOPS! Oh dear, would you look at that? It's Mom's underwear, popping out to say a big hello!!!

And now I can't stop crying, which only makes me feel more pathetic. But really, it's so incredibly unfair. I mean, this was going to be my breakout year. The year I finally stopped being invisible.

I stopped being invisible, all right.

I had planned on wearing jeans. Nice, normal jeans with a sprinkling of tiny rhinestones, like raindrops, along the outlines of the front pockets. But could I? Noooo, because they were still in the wash-thanks, Mom-which meant I had to root through the dryer for my gray drawstring pants instead. And then I had to dash back upstairs and change shirts, because while my "Pebbles" T-shirt looked good with jeans, it looked really stupid with the gray drawstrings.

By the time I got to homeroom, everyone was already seated. I hurried to Ms. Larson's desk to collect our back-to-school handouts, and that's when I heard someone snicker, then someone else, and someone else. Before long, everyone in the class was rolling with laughter.

I got a stomach-dropping feeling. "What's so funny?" I asked.

"Your panties, man!" Jeremy Webster howled. "You're losing your panties!"

I looked down, but saw nothing. I craned my neck to look behind me.

"There!" said Samantha Greene, pointing at my pant leg.

Time stopped.

It was like that dream where you go to school naked, only worse, because it was real. I spotted the band of elastic sticking out from the bottom of my pant leg. I yanked it free, and Mom's panties billowed forth in a blossom of shiny nylon. As if they were mine. As if they'd slipped off my body and down my leg, which was utterly impossible, but did anybody care?

"Strip show, baby!" called Jeremy Webster. "Take it all off!" Another guy whistled, and others hooted and clapped.

At me and my mother's underwear, exposed to the world in all our freaking glory.