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Informationen zum Autor From cupcakes to ice cream and donuts! When she’s not daydreaming about yummy snacks, Coco Simon edits children’s books and has written close to one hundred books for children, tweens, and young adults, which is a lot less than the number of cupcakes, ice cream cones, and donuts she’s eaten. She is the author of the Cupcake Diaries, the Sprinkle Sundays, and the Donut Dreams series. Her newest series is Cupcake Diaries: The New Batch. Klappentext Mia is excited to enter a Design-a-Dress contest, but she's pressed for time. And when she tries to finish working on her dress during a Halloween cupcake party, it's a recipe for disaster! 5 1/8 x 7 5/8.Mia’s Recipe for Disaster CHAPTER 1 My Big Break! All right, people! Hit the lockers!” called out Ms. Chen, our gym teacher. I jogged off the basketball court along with my friends Katie, Emma, and Alexis. We all have gym together, which is great. We all have pretty complicated feelings about gym, though. Emma is blonde, sweet, a little shy, and gorgeous—and, surprisingly, a competitive beast when she plays sports. I think it comes from having three brothers. She especially gets mad when the girls and boys play together and the boys don’t pass the ball to the girls. “What do they think? That we’re not as good as them?” she’d say. Alexis is competitive, too, but mostly about academic things. She likes gym—mainly because she’s really good at it—but she just loves to criticize it. “You need a healthy body to maintain a healthy mind,” she’d always say. “But gym class is just not an efficient way to get exercise. Half the time we’re standing around, waiting to play.” Then there’s my best friend, Katie. She used to hate gym more than I hate polyester, mostly because she used to get teased because she wasn’t good at sports. But she’s a lot more confident now. “Can you believe I made a basket today?” she was saying as we walked toward the locker room. She jumped up, pretending to make an imaginary layup. “An actual basket. In gym!” “You did great, Katie,” Emma said. “I almost wish gym wasn’t over yet,” Katie said, and I gave her a look. “Did you actually just say that?” I asked. “Well, I said ‘almost,’?” Katie replied. “Well, I am definitely glad it’s over,” I said. “That means I can get out of this uniform.” I am at war with my Park Street Middle School gym uniform. For one thing, it’s half polyester, which is just itchy and gross. Polyester makes me sweat more, which is the exact opposite of what I need in a gym uniform. As Alexis would say, it’s not logical. Then there are the shorts, which balloon out on the sides like old-fashioned bloomers. And it’s a totally boring blue color, not a deep navy or a pretty powder blue, but just this really dull blue, a dirty grayish blue, like the color of the sky on a drizzly day. Blah. “Mia, you look great in the uniform,” Katie said. “You look great in everything.” “Thanks, but nobody looks good in this,” I said. I pulled at the fabric of the shorts. “I took these to my last class at Parsons, and Millicent, a design student, showed me how to alter the seam, so they don’t look so baggy. But they’re still hideous!” Parsons is a pretty famous design school in New York City. My mom signed me up for a class there, which is totally awesome. By now we had reached the locker room and quickly got changed for next period: lunch. We only get about three minutes to change, which is ridiculous. I never have time to redo my hair, which is always all over the place after gym. “How is that class going, anyway?” Alexis asked. “Really good,” I ...
