Dork Diaries 5: Tales from a Not-So-Smart Miss Know-It-All

Dork Diaries 5: Tales from a Not-So-Smart Miss Know-It-All

Rachel Renée Russell

Language: English

Pages: 352

ISBN: 1442449616

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Nikki Maxwell authors an advice column for the school newspaper in this fifth book of the New York Times bestselling Dork Diaries series.

Nikki Maxwell develops a sudden interest in student journalism that may or may not (okay, definitely does) have to do with the fact that mean girl Mackenzie has started writing a gossip column. And there just might be some juicy info involving Nikki’s crush, Brandon, that Nikki doesn’t want Mackenzie reporting to the world. So Nikki joins the school newspaper staff—and ends up as an advice columnist! It’s fun at first, answering other kids’ letters. But when Miss Know-It-All’s inbox is suddenly overflowing with pleas for guidance, Nikki feels in need of some help herself. Fortunately she has BFFs Chloe and Zoey on her side—and at her keyboard!

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YOUR BELLY JIGGLES JUST LIKE SANTA CLAUS! ARE YOU GUYS RELATED?” she blurted out. The man glared at us and turned beet red. Then he said some not-so-nice words and slammed the door right in our faces! “Brianna! Why did you have to open your big mouth?” I scolded. “Look what you did!” “It was a compliment! Why’d he get so mad?” she asked, scratching her head. Sometimes I wonder if Brianna is really that naive. Or does she just enjoy aggravating me in hopes that one day I’ll burst an artery

this . . . anymore!” Brianna panted. “Me . . . neither!” I huffed in response. “Excuse me,” said a voice from the sidewalk. My body was paralyzed with exhaustion, so I just lifted my head. A confused-looking bus driver stood above us, fiddling with her GPS. “Sorry to trouble you, but I can’t get this darn GPS to work! Can you tell me where the nearest gas station is?” she asked. “Sure,” I answered, forcing my tired lips to move. “Just go down this street about a mile. It will be on the

touching that it actually made me cry like a baby. scared the snot out of me. made me laugh so hard, I cried. made me so sick, I vomited. I was once in a similar situation when I tried on my grandma’s false teeth stepped on a poopy diaper ate an entire box of doggie snacks realized my breath smelled like liver and onions and seriously thought about just giving up. I realize that this problem is overwhelming, and you probably feel so nauseous afraid angry confused that you want to

we were going to our executions or something. The worst part was not knowing whether our parents had been contacted or whether they were going to be there at the meeting. When we entered the office, the secretary smiled and asked us to have a seat right outside the principal’s office. “I have to run a quick errand,” she said, “but I’ll be back in a few minutes. Principal Winston is still on the telephone, and as soon as he gets done, he’ll meet with the four of you.” Four of us?! That’s when

friends with myself. I guess I was just sick and tired of all the secrets and lies. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep hiding who I really was . . . . The ONLY person in the ENTIRE history of mankind attending school on a stupid BUG EXTERMINATION SCHOLARSHIP! WHY was my life so hopelessly CRUDDY?! That’s when I got a text message from Brandon: “I LOVE that kooky Crazy Burger hat and the gift certificates! Would you like to help me use them tomorrow for lunch? Please say YES!” Brandon

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