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Informationen zum Autor Megan E. Bryant Klappentext From author Megan E. Bryant comes the first book in a series about nine-year-old Abby, a girl trying to grapple with all the chaos that can come from growing up. Leseprobe Chapter 1 At Zoe’s house there weren’t a lot of rules, except bigger is better, and brighter is best. So when Zoe invited me over to decorate cupcakes, I knew it was going to be incredible. Beyond incredible, even—astounding. There were, like, a hundred vanilla-and-strawberry-swirl cupcakes. And the toppings? You would not believe. Sprinkles, all mixed up in a rainbow jumble. Sparkly sugar in every color. Tiny, shiny gold stars. Candy confetti. Shimmery sugar pearls. A bowl of rock candy glinting like jewels. And there were bags of frosting and a bunch of pointed metal tips for piping flowers and leaves and squiggles. Zoe looked up from a piece of waxed paper covered with frosting doodles. “Abby! Check it out,” she said. “I’ve been practicing.” “Cool,” I replied. Zoe is my cousin and my best friend forever, and not necessarily in that order. She’s awesome in all the best ways: smart and fun and silly and nice. Together, we are A to Z and everything in between. “How do you use this thing, anyway?” I asked, grabbing a pastry bag filled with sky--blue frosting. I tried holding it like a pencil. Drawing is my thing; it’s what I do better than anything else, but I could tell right away that the pastry bag was not going to work like one of my art supplies. “Here, I’ll show you,” Zoe said, sounding important. Teaching me stuff was probably her thing—after gymnastics and mythology and baking—and I didn’t mind one bit. She was only a year older than me, but somehow Zoe knew way more about almost everything. Take decorating cupcakes. From leaves to rose petals to swirly whirls, Zoe’s designs were just right, and after a little practice, mine weren’t too bad. We decorated every single one of those cupcakes with loopy swoops of buttercream frosting and then covered them in sparkly, sugary toppings. Zoe got one of those secret-y smiles on her face—the kind that made me sit up a little straighter, knowing she was about to do something surprising. “Check this out,” she said as she dabbed a dollop of frosting on each one of her perfectly polished fingernails. Then she stuck her hands into the sprinkles! “Zoe!” I screeched. “Shhh!” She shushed me. Then she held up her hands. The sprinkles had stuck to the frosting on her nails like a confetti manicure. “Ta-da!” Zoe announced, wiggling her fingers at me. A couple sprinkles fell off and bounced around the tablecloth, but Zoe didn’t care. “Wow,” I said, impressed like always. Zoe popped her index finger into her mouth. “Yum,” she said. “Your turn!” I picked up the bag and squeezed some of the frosting onto my nails. It wasn’t as easy as Zoe made it look, but she cheered me on until I had a sprinkles manicure, too. By the end of it, we were laughing so hard that sprinkles were sproinging everywhere, and I just knew we’d have to get out the vacuum to clean up the mess, but I didn’t even care. Everything was perfect. Well, almost perfect. The only thing in the whole wide world that could’ve made it truly perfect was if we didn’t need the cupcakes at all. Because those cupcakes were for Zoe’s goodbye party. Zoe and her family were moving all the way from North Carolina to California, and I couldn’t begin to imagine what life was going to be like without her. Later that day, I spent most of Zoe’s goodbye party staring at her shoes. They were basically the best shoes ever: rainbow, streaked with glitter, slip-ons. Half sneaker, half party shoe, they would go with anything. I could wear them anywhere. If they were mine, I mean, and not Zoe’s. Plus...
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Megan E. Bryant
