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Diary of a Dancing Drama Queen
Oleh Louise Lintvelt dan Julie Sneeden
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- Louise Lintvelt
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- Aug 3, 2015
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Follow Harriet’s funny middle grade adventures in this beginner chapter book which includes illustrations.
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Diary of a Dancing Drama Queen
Oleh Louise Lintvelt dan Julie Sneeden
Deskripsi
Follow Harriet’s funny middle grade adventures in this beginner chapter book which includes illustrations.
- Penerbit:
- Louise Lintvelt
- Dirilis:
- Aug 3, 2015
- ISBN:
- 9781783017713
- Format:
- Buku
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Diary of a Dancing Drama Queen - Louise Lintvelt
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CHAPTER 1
DANCING WITH THE STARS
The months of Monday nights in front of the television watching Dancing with the Stars has driven my mother CRAZY! She has decided to enrol Abigail and me in a dance class. A DANCE CLASS! My mother has lost her marbles. She is officially insane.
My name is Harriet Hughes and I am not a dancer!
For one thing, I am the clumsiest 12-year-old girl on the planet. My short, thick legs are not made for dancing. I have orange, curly hair, blue eyes, braces and a freckled nose. My orange hair and freckles are thanks to my British heritage (we moved to America when I was five). I do not look good in pink, it clashes with my hair making my skin look red. There are many types of girls in the world. Most of them love shopping, painted nails, Yorkshire terriers and the color pink.
I am NOT one of those girls.
I am the kind of girl people call sweet; no one has ever called me breathtakingly beautiful. My eight-year-old sister Abigail, on the other hand, is taller than me, with long, blond hair and a smile that belongs in a toothpaste advert. She looks good in pink; in fact, she looks good in anything and she is good at everything. I find this more than a little annoying. Usually you get one average-looking (ugly) sibling who is smart, and a prettier, slightly less intelligent (dumb) sibling. This is not the case in our family.
I live in a small town, and when I say small, I mean tiny, we don’t even have a mall. I live with my engineer dad, stay-at-home mom and as previously mentioned an annoying sister.
My parents or The Rents
, as I like to call them, are very un-cool. My dad is still living in the eighties. He still uses phrases like,rad
. I keep telling him the world has moved on, no one uses words like that anymore. I once sent him a text message and made the fatal mistake of ending it with GR8 C U THN. Dad made me take an extra English class that summer and mom had to do a lot of convincing for him not to take away my cellphone (not that I would have minded to be rid of that huge brick). I think it’s because he is an engineer, I think that is what makes him such a nerd compared to some of the other dads of the girls at school.
The man is a dinosaur!
He still keeps his money in a leather purse clipped to the front of his jeans. He thinks it’s very practical and can’t understand why they are no longer used by the general population.
Have you looked in the mirror, dad?
Mom is what you would call a free spirit, she is a little eccentric, and that’s putting it mildly. She is still under the impression that tie-dye dresses are in fashion. She likes to call herself an artist, but in reality she is just a stay-at-home mom, with a very messy hobby.
My dad drives a very sensible minivan and my mom has a 1973, red Volkswagen Beetle. My dad says he spends more time fixing the thing than she does driving it. I can confirm this—I can think of more than one time when we got stuck on the side of the road with the hood in the air and steam hissing from the engine. My mom thinks it is just the cutest thing she has ever seen. According to her, the special black spotty paint job makes it look like a ladybug. I think it looks ridiculous; who on earth wants to drive around in an aphid-eating insect?
We live in an average house with two average dogs and a grumpy cat. We got our two dogs quite by accident. Abigail found them at a flea market. She thought they were an absolute bargain, Two for the price of one
, she said. Dad was not very impressed. He was very angry after the lady told him that they have a no returns policy when he tried to give them back. So we were stuck with Bonnie and Clyde. I can’t remember exactly when Snuggles the cat became a family member. She used to belong to the neighbors from three doors down, but would spend most of her time at our house. I think it had something to do with mom feeding her peanut butter sandwiches. When the neighbors moved, Snuggles decided to move in with us instead of moving to a new town. To be honest, I think she is much better off. Those neighbors were a little weird.
I told Mom that I did not want to take a dance class. She said I was being silly. Dancing is apparently lots of fun if you let go of your inhibitions. I think Mom should stop stealing quotes from the hippy next door. Just imagine the sight: a dance class full of elegant swans doing perfect pirouettes and one flame-haired elephant dancing like an idiot! I will be the laughing stock of Madam Zangara’s School of Dance. I can just imagine that handsome host on Dancing with the Stars: Next up, Harriet Hughes. She has no talent, she has no grace, she has no rhythm but she has heart.
This is a recipe for disaster!
Monday. I had been dreading this day for the last week. I had very good reason to dislike this Monday. It was the first day of school and the first dance lesson at Madam Zangara’s School of Dance. How much punishment can one girl take?
The day did not start out well. As luck would have it, I woke up late. Note to self: snoozing every five minutes for half an hour is not a good idea. I got dressed, pulled the orange, tangled mess on my head into a ponytail and brushed my teeth in under a minute. That’s when I saw it. A spot on my chin. Just my luck! All those girls in the spot cream adverts are constantly going on about how with just one wash, all your spots will be gone. This is nonsense. I am convinced that it
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