The It Girl: Don't Tell the Bridesmaid. Katy Birchall
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For anyone who has ever felt they’re not cool enough.
You’re wrong.
First published in paperback in Great Britain 2017
by Egmont UK Limited
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Text copyright © 2017 Katy Birchall
The moral rights of the author have been asserted
First e-book edition 2017
ISBN 978 1 4052 7827 0
eISBN 978 1 7803 1702 1
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Contents
‘You can’t keep me trapped up here forever!’
Jess folded her arms, looking very pleased with herself. ‘Sure I can.’
‘Let me down at once!’
‘Let me think about that.’ She acted thoughtful for a moment, stroking her chin, and then shrugged. ‘No.’
I huffed as my best friend looked up at me, a victorious grin on her face.
‘You know, Anna,’ Jess began, ‘it’s not difficult. You tell me exactly what happened yesterday and I will put back the ladder so you can get down from the attic. Everyone is a winner.’
‘I don’t see how I’m a winner in this situation,’ I argued, shining my head torch about me just in case there happened to be a spare ladder handily up here somewhere. ‘I’m going to tell Dad to never open the front door to you again. I hope you have thought through the consequences of your actions.’
‘I have considered them deeply.’ She smiled, bending down to get her camera out of her bag. ‘I’m pretty sure this is worth it.’ She pointed the lens up and I heard a sharp click as I peered down angrily at her.
‘Well, that is definitely a keeper,’ she laughed, examining the image. ‘You look so cross! Also, you are very pale. Wow, like a ghost peeking out from the darkness of the spooky attic. Good thing we’re going on a school trip where you’ll see a bit of sun. You could really use some vitamin D.’
‘You know, you are being extremely insulting.’
‘I guess the head torch isn’t helping,’ she continued, completely ignoring me. ‘With that