My name is Nikki Maxwell, and I was on a mission.
I almost dropped it. Mackenzie Hollister? As in, my arch-nemesis, the queen of mean, the CCP (Crusty Cookie Princess) of Westchester Country Day? The same Mackenzie who had once “accidentally” spilled orange soda on my art portfolio?
And underneath, in pencil, so faint I almost missed it: dork diaries used books
But the handwriting was unmistakable—loopy, aggressive, with hearts dotting the i’s like tiny declarations of war.
“I wish I had a friend like Zoey. Or maybe just one friend at all.” My name is Nikki Maxwell, and I was on a mission
Zoey thought for a moment. “Well, you can’t give it back to her. That would be social suicide. But you also can’t keep it. That’s weird.”
Inside the front cover, in sparkly purple gel pen, someone had written: As in, my arch-nemesis, the queen of mean,
My breath caught.
I pulled it out reverently. Price: $1.25.