Read All That Glitters (From the Files of Madison Finn, 20) for Free Online Page A
Authors: Laura Dower
BLOGYL!
Madison opened a new window on her screen and up popped her e-mailbox. She needed to talk to Bigwheels. There was so much going on in both their worlds.
But before she could hit NEW MAIL , her laptop beeped. A message appeared in another new window on the screen.
: ur online--that is 22C
: I was just reading yr blog!!!!
: it’s kind of lame, right?
: nope it’s gr8
: My mom doesn’t like it. she told me I shouldn’t write so much personal stuff so I was thinking I would maybe stop writing online and just keep a journal 4 myself what do u think? mom is worried about internet stalkers. She saw some story on the news
: I know my dad & mom worry 2 b/c I do so much on the computer but I try 2 be careful
: I told mom that no one probably reads my dumb blog anyhow
: Except me :>*
: got yr e-mail BTW
: OMG total catastrophe since I wrote that
: WHA?
: Hart asked me on a date
: awesome WOW
: BUT there’s a but
: <:-Z what?
: I had 2 say NO
: Y?
Madison explained to Bigwheels about the party with Lindsay in New York and how all her BFFs were going to be there and how she had made a decision to tell Hart no because of the birthday bash.
: IGI b/c friends ALWAYS should come first
: u think? I didn’t make a mistake???
: No way! FCF!
: thanks u always give good advice
: go out w/hart another time
: IF he asks me
: he will (:9
: VVF
: I have 2 go soon I’m @ school but I have class and my mom is picking me up early we have another appt. w/Eddie’s doctors and she likes it when I come she says he always is happier when i’m there
: that’s good right?
: yeah I guess it’s just hard when I wanna do something else u know?
: u mean like go out w/Lainie
: Yup
: I better go 2 then HOMEWORK
: Blahblahblah
: LYLAS online!
: ditto
: *poof*
“Are you packed yet?” Mom shouted upstairs. Madison snapped her laptop shut and raced over to the door.
“Not yet!” Madison called back.
Mom appeared at the bottom of the stairs with Phin in her arms. She was scratching the scruff of his neck, and he loved it. He stretched his furry little neck to the side and let out a low doggy moan.
“Maddie, I’m still a little nervous about your being in the city by yourself,” Mom said with a serious look.
Madison laughed. “Mom, you know we’ll be fine.”
“I know, I know,” Mom said.
Madison made a confused face. “So what do I pack?”
“Maddie! Don’t make it such a production! It’s only two nights. Bring your nice pants, a sweater, a couple of T-shirts, your boots, in case the weather changes. I heard it might rain tomorrow.”
“Rain?” Madison grimaced. “Oh, no. Then we won’t be able to walk around.”
“You can still walk. Just bring your rain gear and that yellow pocket umbrella in the hall closet.”
“I guess,” Madison grumbled. As she turned back toward her room, Phinnie leaped from Mom’s arms and scooted up the stairs.
“It’s your turn to walk the dog tonight. Don’t forget,” Mom said.
Madison’s head raced. She had a lot to do before school tomorrow and no time to do it. And she hadn’t even thought much about studying for the standardized test. She assumed that Lindsay would bring study materials along on the weekend in the city. Even if they didn’t have much time to look over vocabulary and math problems and whatever else was going to be on the test, Lindsay would take comfort in the fact that she had all of her study guides close at hand.
Luckily, the packing went quicker than quick. She stuffed two different dress-up tops and skirts into the bag just in case she needed options. Aimee was always saying
Madison opened a new window on her screen and up popped her e-mailbox. She needed to talk to Bigwheels. There was so much going on in both their worlds.
But before she could hit NEW MAIL , her laptop beeped. A message appeared in another new window on the screen.
Madison explained to Bigwheels about the party with Lindsay in New York and how all her BFFs were going to be there and how she had made a decision to tell Hart no because of the birthday bash.
“Are you packed yet?” Mom shouted upstairs. Madison snapped her laptop shut and raced over to the door.
“Not yet!” Madison called back.
Mom appeared at the bottom of the stairs with Phin in her arms. She was scratching the scruff of his neck, and he loved it. He stretched his furry little neck to the side and let out a low doggy moan.
“Maddie, I’m still a little nervous about your being in the city by yourself,” Mom said with a serious look.
Madison laughed. “Mom, you know we’ll be fine.”
“I know, I know,” Mom said.
Madison made a confused face. “So what do I pack?”
“Maddie! Don’t make it such a production! It’s only two nights. Bring your nice pants, a sweater, a couple of T-shirts, your boots, in case the weather changes. I heard it might rain tomorrow.”
“Rain?” Madison grimaced. “Oh, no. Then we won’t be able to walk around.”
“You can still walk. Just bring your rain gear and that yellow pocket umbrella in the hall closet.”
“I guess,” Madison grumbled. As she turned back toward her room, Phinnie leaped from Mom’s arms and scooted up the stairs.
“It’s your turn to walk the dog tonight. Don’t forget,” Mom said.
Madison’s head raced. She had a lot to do before school tomorrow and no time to do it. And she hadn’t even thought much about studying for the standardized test. She assumed that Lindsay would bring study materials along on the weekend in the city. Even if they didn’t have much time to look over vocabulary and math problems and whatever else was going to be on the test, Lindsay would take comfort in the fact that she had all of her study guides close at hand.
Luckily, the packing went quicker than quick. She stuffed two different dress-up tops and skirts into the bag just in case she needed options. Aimee was always saying
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