The Gossip File (The Dirt Diary)

The Gossip File (The Dirt Diary)

Anna Staniszewski

Language: English

Pages: 224

ISBN: 1492604631

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

"Holy fried onion rings! Fun from beginning to end." ―Wendy Mass, New York Times bestselling author of 11 Birthdays and The Candymakers on The Dirt Diary

The Gossip File:
• Chandra lets little kids pee in the pool.
• Melody stole $ from the café register.
• Ava isn't who she says she is...

Ava is cool. Ava is confident. Ava is really Rachel Lee who is lying her butt off.

Rachel is visiting her dad at a resort in sunny Florida and is ready for two weeks of relaxing poolside, trips to Disney World – and NOT scrubbing toilets. Until her dad's new girlfriend, Ellie, begs Rachel to help out at her short-staffed café. That's when Rachel kinda sorta adopts a new identity to impress the cool, older girls who work there. Ava is everything Rachel wishes she could be. But when the girls ask "Ava" to help add juicy resort gossip to their file, Rachel's not sure what to do...especially when one of the entries is a secret about Ellie.

Praise for award-winning Author Anna Staniszewski's The Dirt Diary series:
"Staniszewski keeps the focus on comedy... Gentle fun laced with equally gentle wisdom." –Kirkus
"Rachel's situation and feelings ring true...This realistic read is likely to appeal to middle schoolers and reluctant readers." -School Library Journal
"I LOVED it...sweet, sensitive, and delicious!" ―Erin Dionne, author of Models Don't Eat Chocolate Cookies

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has been one big disappointment so far. For some reason, I start thinking about what Mom said at the airport, that this trip might help me figure out who I am. So far, all it’s shown me is that I’m a total pushover. I’d rather go along with people calling me by the wrong name than correct them, and I’d let my dad’s girlfriend hog all his time instead of demanding that he spend it with me. Well, it might be too late to tell everyone I’m not Ava, but I’m not giving up on my perfect vacation just

“Rachel, what are you doing here?” “I wanted to walk you home from work,” I say in my most cheerful voice. She beams at me. “How nice! How’s your head feeling today?” Like it’s full of thunderclouds, but I don’t think that has anything to do with hitting it on the sink yesterday. “Great!” I say. As we walk toward her apartment, Ellie chatters on about the Renaissance festival and how “super-duper” everything is going. After seeing how frantic Mark was a few minutes ago, I know it’s all just

fun in Florida that maybe I should move down here after you and Dad get married. You know, so I can live here for good!” Ellie blinks at me. “Move here?” “Yeah. That way I can be with my dad, and we can all be a family, and maybe we could even get a dog! One of those big, fluffy ones that plays fetch all the time and barks on cue.” “You’d really want that?” she says. “Totally! We’d be the perfect family.” I can’t believe how fake this sounds, but Ellie seems to be eating it up. “That would

help the triumphant smile on my face. Finally, I feel like I’m fighting fire with fire. ••• I sit on the balcony with my Gossip File notes before dinner, trying to figure out what else to write. Finally, I find myself scrawling: “Mark hates Ellie for talking him into doing the Renaissance festival. He said it’s the worst mistake he’s ever made.” I stare at the words, realizing they’re not really true. Mark was unhappy, sure, but he never said he hated Ellie. For all I know, he’ll be over it by

face. For a second, I can’t breathe. It’s not hot. It’s steamy. Like when I open the oven after it’s done preheating. My T-shirt instantly feels plastered to my skin. I’m actually panting by the time we get to the other side of the parking lot. No one else seems to even notice the suffocating heat. I guess they’re used to it. Maybe my mom was right about Florida in the summertime. We pile into Ellie’s gleaming SUV while my dad loads my bags in the back. Caleb winds up sitting next to me, which

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