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Queen B
By: Laura Peyton Roberts , Alan TiegreeneBook Publisher: Random House
Imprint: Laurel Leaf
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To B or to Bee?
Cassie has been second best all her life, but as Snow Queen runner-up—with a cute new boyfriend, to boot—she’s determined to reach new social heights this semester. The time has come to move from Queen B to Queen Bee.
But how is she supposed to fly when life keeps pinching her wings? Her lovesick brother is determined to mortify her in public. She’s in charge of her school’s talentless talent show, where at any moment someone could pull back the curtain and expose her (many) insecurities. The people she cares most about are mad at her. (Again.) And her nemesis, Sterling, has an evil new clone, one who’s making a hobby of humiliating Cassie—and making a beeline for Kevin.
Does being popular mean you have to sting like a bee? Or can a girl become queen without losing her honey? Let the buzz begin!
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| Title of History eBook: Queen B | |
| Release Date: 12-24-2008 | |
| Publisher: Laurel Leaf |
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| SKU | 9780307543288 |
| File size | 1982 |
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Queen B
I'm in Big, Big Trouble
Whoever said "the show must go on" probably had a decent show. Or else he wasn't in charge of it. He definitely wasn't the second act. If his curtain had been about to go up on a disaster as big as this one, he would have had to rethink that whole motto. We're about to flop so hard, they'll hear the impact in New York. Geologists will measure us on the Richter scale. I'll be the laughingstock of the school--again--but nobody cares about that.
Why did Mrs. Conway put me in charge of this nightmare? I can guess why she had to bail, but what did I do to deserve this grief? I mean, what did I do to her? She could at least have shown up for moral support.
Maybe she's out in the audience, but I don't dare peek through this curtain again. Mom, Dad, and Grandma Smythe are part of the record crowd packing our school auditorium, and the last thing I want to risk right now is accidental eye contact. It must be killing them to sit there next to each other, and since I begged them not to come tonight I can only assume they're doing it to punish me. It's been a war zone at my house lately, with Mom barely speaking to Grandma and not speaking to Dad at all. Unfortunately, Dad's speaking to me every chance he gets, like it's my fault Grandma's here making his life miserable.
Okay, that is kind of my fault, but it was an accident. How many times do I have to say it?
I hope Mom at least gives up on saving that empty seat for Trevor. There's no chance he'll sit there. He'd avoid the indignity of being seen with parents even if he weren't in the middle of a major hissy fit about cheap polyester, stuck-up high school girls, and the general unfairness of life. Which r...
Whoever said "the show must go on" probably had a decent show. Or else he wasn't in charge of it. He definitely wasn't the second act. If his curtain had been about to go up on a disaster as big as this one, he would have had to rethink that whole motto. We're about to flop so hard, they'll hear the impact in New York. Geologists will measure us on the Richter scale. I'll be the laughingstock of the school--again--but nobody cares about that.
Why did Mrs. Conway put me in charge of this nightmare? I can guess why she had to bail, but what did I do to deserve this grief? I mean, what did I do to her? She could at least have shown up for moral support.
Maybe she's out in the audience, but I don't dare peek through this curtain again. Mom, Dad, and Grandma Smythe are part of the record crowd packing our school auditorium, and the last thing I want to risk right now is accidental eye contact. It must be killing them to sit there next to each other, and since I begged them not to come tonight I can only assume they're doing it to punish me. It's been a war zone at my house lately, with Mom barely speaking to Grandma and not speaking to Dad at all. Unfortunately, Dad's speaking to me every chance he gets, like it's my fault Grandma's here making his life miserable.
Okay, that is kind of my fault, but it was an accident. How many times do I have to say it?
I hope Mom at least gives up on saving that empty seat for Trevor. There's no chance he'll sit there. He'd avoid the indignity of being seen with parents even if he weren't in the middle of a major hissy fit about cheap polyester, stuck-up high school girls, and the general unfairness of life. Which r...
