The Prank List (The Dirt Diary)
Language: English
Pages: 256
ISBN: 1402286392
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Rachel Lee never thought she'd fight for the right to clean toilets. But when a rival cleaning business starts stealing her mom's clients, Rachel will do whatever it takes to save herself the horror of moving to Connecticut―which would mean giving up her almost, sort of boyfriend, her fantastic new pastry classes, and her best friend Marisol.
Operation Save Mom's Cleaning Business is a go!
But when the series of pranks Rachel and her BFF cook up to take down the competition totally backfires, Rachel worries that her recipe for success is a dud. You know what they say―if you can't stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen...
"Holy friend onion rings! Fun from beginning to end."―Wendy Mass, bestselling author of 11 Birthdays and The Candymakers on The Dirt Diary
to that one, but I wish I’d listened to her when she tried to warn me that it was a terrible idea. Chapter 13 When Evan and I go to Moo Pies for ice cream that night, I spot a group of kids from school on the other side of the parking lot. They aren’t looking my way, but I can’t help feeling giddy about the fact that they could glance over at any second and see that I’m here with a cute boy—on a date. All those years of feeling like a total loser almost don’t matter anymore, not when Evan Riley
like.” There’s another long silence. “Okay,” she says in a soft voice. “I know I said I was done, but I’m not going to let you do this by yourself. If you need my help, I’m in.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “Thank you,” I say. At least I’m not in this alone. Chapter 25 Marisol and I spend hours the next day racking our brains for a plan to strike back at the Ladybugs, something that will ruin their reputation in town and get them to leave me and my mom alone for good. We pore over the list of
Chapter 31 I lurk outside of Ryan’s Bakery on Saturday morning feeling totally delirious. I barely slept all night, waiting for the police to call my mom and tell them what happened. But the phone never rang, so either Whit didn’t tell his sister the truth or…I don’t know what. Why wouldn’t he tell on me? Was he eaten by giant pigeons? One sniff of that caramel, and they went crazy and pecked him to death? Great, now Whit’s death by pigeon will be my fault, too. Relax, I can practically hear
Editor’s note: The following is unedited and may change in the final book. Chapter 1 “Rachel, how many rocks did you put in this suitcase?” Mom asks as she drags my luggage out of the back of her dented minivan. Evan, my too-cute-for-words boyfriend, rushes over to help ease the ancient bag to the curb in front of the airport terminal. “Here you go, Booger Crap,” Evan says as he brings the bag to me. I’m so used to his goofy nickname for me that I don’t even roll my eyes this time. Instead,
too seriously. “But is it possible they’re cheaper?” “I–I don’t know. My mom based her prices on the other places in town, but maybe they’re charging less.” I shake my head. “We can’t compete with that. If we charge any less than we already do, we’ll barely be able to pay for the gas to drive around town.” Suddenly, I’m gasping for air. After Dad left, my whole world felt like it was falling apart. If anything else goes wrong… “Rachel, relax,” says Marisol, clearly noticing that I’m about to