Dork Diaries 5 Tales from a Not-So-Smart Miss Know-It-All ( PDFDrive )

WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 8
WHAT in the world is going on around here?!
MacKenzie has been superNICE to me for the past two days!
And even though HER dad had that meeting with MY dad yesterday, she’s STILL bragging to everyone that Brandon toilet-papered her
house.
Which makes no sense WHATSOEVER!
And weirder yet, my dad and mom haven’t uttered a single word about me being . . .
1. in REALLY BIG TROUBLE,
2. a MAJOR DISAPPOINTMENT to them, or
3. a POOR ROLE MODEL FOR MY YOUNGER SISTER, BRIANNA
. . . and it’s driving me completely NUTS!
I started thinking they were using some kind of Dr. Phil–inspired “parental reverse psychology” thing on me as punishment. Just to watch me
squirm.
Because, I swear, I’m feeling so NERVOUS and so GUILTY right now I’m ready to confess what I did, give myself a stern lecture, take away
all of my own privileges, and then ground MYSELF for the rest of the year.
But as soon as I got home from school today, it all started to make sense.
My dad was out in the front yard with all of this fancy new high-tech extermination equipment.
OMG! He had an X-14 Bug-B-Gone Power Sprayer with twenty-four assorted EZ Snap-on Nozzle Tips, a BreatheMore Ventilated Face
Mask, a PowerPack UltraLight Double Canister Backpack, and a poly-cotton-blend blue designer uniform by Tommy Hilfiger.
Dad had filled the sprayer with water and was playing with it like a little boy trying out a new Super Soaker squirt gun or something.
However, the thing that totally freaked me out was NOT the shiny new blue van parked nearby, but the company NAME plastered across
it . . . .