She tossed and turned for over an hour, flipping her pillow over and over to find a cool spot, counting hundreds of kittens and puppies, worrying about making enough money for Loving Locks, and wondering if she could function on barely any sleep. She and Brooke arrived at the Sparkle Spa super ea...
six Cheer Up, Buttercup Are you ready yet?” Brooke shouted up the stairs. Aly and Brooke were in the kitchen, but their parents were still upstairs. While they waited for their parents to drive them to the carnival, Aly was busy double-checking the wheelie suitcase that was filled with: balloons ...
Because of Mom’s Three Days a Week rule, Aly and Brooke usually chose Tuesdays, Fridays, and Sundays as their salon days, unless something special was happening another day of the week. Most Tuesdays were pretty busy. The soccer team usually came in for their good-luck rainbow sparkle pedicures. ...
When she was finished, she clapped her hands. “That’s perfect,” she said. “But I have more to add.” Aly scribbled a little bit to get the ink flowing again, then said, “Go for it. What else?” “Well,” Brooke said, “we can experiment on the other kids to see how new colors look, so I don’t have to ...
Joan didn’t seem her usual self either. “Don’t you think Joanie should be happier, since she’s getting married?” Brooke asked Aly. She was giving Daisy Quinn, a sixth grader, a polka-dot manicure. “If I were planning a wedding with someone as nice as Isaac, I’d be the happiest person on the whol...
Let me see!” Brooke ran over and took Bethany’s hand in hers. It was terrible. The polish, which looked like it had started out pink, was turning into a weird orangey yellow at the edges and peeling away from Bethany’s fingernails. Aly could see tears in Bethany’s eyes. “We were done about an hou...
She arrived home to two surprises: a happy Dad, who had managed to return one day earlier and . . . a furious Brooke, who had just gotten off the phone with Sophie. “Sophie is a Sparkle Spa manicurist? And she polished nails today instead of me? And you let Charlotte pick the Color of the Week? W...
Brooke said. She and Aly were stretched out on the floor pillows in the Sparkle Spa doing their homework, glad that no one was there to bother them, especially Suzy. “I know,” Aly said as she put her finger on her spot in The Master Puppeteer, her reading homework for language arts. “Having Suzy ...
They each led different teams of friends around to hang up posters in town, and even though they still had to share their bedroom, Brooke brushed her own hair and did her own braid at night. It wasn’t as good as the ones Aly did for her, but at least it kept her hair out of her face when she slep...
“No swimming, no swimming, no swimming,” she says over and over. He sits down with her on the edge of a chaise lounge and tells the boys to sit next to him. They don’t. One picks up a towel and wears it as a cape. “I am Super Monster Blake Man, and ...