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Blurb: Mauve’s a little needy. But could you blame her? She’s the daughter of an actress and a circus clown – craving attention is in her blood. Unfortunately, her attempt to dazzle the popular kids ends in pity and disaster. She has never been one to give up. When she gets invited to an influencer-star studded birthday party, she knows this is her big break. Will she finally win everyone over? The only one stopping Mauve is herself, and she can’t handle any more egg on her face.
Excerpt: (view spoiler)[Even with literal egg on my face, yolk dribbling down my chin, the most shameful thing is she was right.
As usual, I’m optimistic, foolish, and oh so stupid. Maybe the yellow yolk can fertilize my skin, grow me into something less desperate to please. I doubt it.
Brenda, the nicest one in the group, flashes me a quick half-smile. It’s pained and fleeting, but it’s an act of comfort to wipe away a bit of the embarrassment. She’s student body president, so it makes sense she has to be nice to everyone. Brenda uncrosses her legs and reaches inside her purse presumably for a napkin.
There is still heavy chattering around the rest of the lunch tables. People are rushing into the cafeteria, trying to find their friends, fondling bags of chips notoriously full-of-air with salty fingers, and smacking, lots of mouths smacking.
Even with all the noise, I can only hear my heartbeat. I kick at one of the cracked eggshells near my foot absentmindedly. I was all set for today, color-coordinated from head to toe in purple like my namesake. Thankfully, the gooey yellow running down my head compliments my purple dress and sneakers.
“Well, ta-dah.” I jump up and fling my arms out. “That’s my trick. You all get the point. I was supposed to catch them, but yolk’s on me,” I speak first, smiling big. Who knew three eggs could cause this much damage? I guess those chickies got their revenge after all.
My daddy is an expert juggler, and he has been teaching me how to juggle three items at once. My sweaty hands fumbled the eggs today, so, despite all my lessons, I still looked like an amateur. When the first egg cracked atop my forehead, some yolk slid into my eye and momentarily blinded me. After that, the other two eggs hit my cheek and hair.
Brenda’s friends don’t mask their indifference—not even Dawn who God knows would be entertained by paint drying. In less than a minute flat, they are already talking about some party. A girl from English class is having her birthday party at a movie theater. Her mom’s a big-deal influencer, so she pulled some strings and got an advanced copy of the new Zombie Bats movie. It’s the twenty-fourth in the series, and I swear the storyline gets stupider with each one, but it’s still the action movie to see. The whole movie theater’s going to be reserved for her guests. Figures. Other people get all the attention from knowing someone else while I bust my butt only to end up looking stupid. (hide spoiler)]["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>
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Blurb:
Mauve’s a little needy. But could you blame her? She’s the daughter of an actress and a circus clown – craving attention is in her blood. Unfortunately, her attempt to dazzle the popular kids ends in pity and disaster. She has never been one to give up. When she gets invited to an influencer-star studded birthday party, she knows this is her big break. Will she finally win everyone over? The only one stopping Mauve is herself, and she can’t handle any more egg on her face.
Excerpt:
(view spoiler)[Even with literal egg on my face, yolk dribbling down my chin, the most shameful thing is she was right.
As usual, I’m optimistic, foolish, and oh so stupid. Maybe the yellow yolk can fertilize my skin, grow me into something less desperate to please. I doubt it.
Brenda, the nicest one in the group, flashes me a quick half-smile. It’s pained and fleeting, but it’s an act of comfort to wipe away a bit of the embarrassment. She’s student body president, so it makes sense she has to be nice to everyone. Brenda uncrosses her legs and reaches inside her purse presumably for a napkin.
There is still heavy chattering around the rest of the lunch tables. People are rushing into the cafeteria, trying to find their friends, fondling bags of chips notoriously full-of-air with salty fingers, and smacking, lots of mouths smacking.
Even with all the noise, I can only hear my heartbeat. I kick at one of the cracked eggshells near my foot absentmindedly. I was all set for today, color-coordinated from head to toe in purple like my namesake. Thankfully, the gooey yellow running down my head compliments my purple dress and sneakers.
“Well, ta-dah.” I jump up and fling my arms out. “That’s my trick. You all get the point. I was supposed to catch them, but yolk’s on me,” I speak first, smiling big. Who knew three eggs could cause this much damage? I guess those chickies got their revenge after all.
My daddy is an expert juggler, and he has been teaching me how to juggle three items at once. My sweaty hands fumbled the eggs today, so, despite all my lessons, I still looked like an amateur. When the first egg cracked atop my forehead, some yolk slid into my eye and momentarily blinded me. After that, the other two eggs hit my cheek and hair.
Brenda’s friends don’t mask their indifference—not even Dawn who God knows would be entertained by paint drying. In less than a minute flat, they are already talking about some party. A girl from English class is having her birthday party at a movie theater. Her mom’s a big-deal influencer, so she pulled some strings and got an advanced copy of the new Zombie Bats movie. It’s the twenty-fourth in the series, and I swear the storyline gets stupider with each one, but it’s still the action movie to see. The whole movie theater’s going to be reserved for her guests. Figures. Other people get all the attention from knowing someone else while I bust my butt only to end up looking stupid.
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