Pippa Morgan's Diary (Pippa Morgan's Diary Series #1)

Pippa Morgan's Diary (Pippa Morgan's Diary Series #1)

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Overview

Sometimes a little white lie can land you in a whole lot of trouble...

Pippa's new BFF Catie Brown is perfect. So perfect, that Pippa tells her a teeny tiny lie-that she once auditioned for Voice Factor-to impress her. And it works. It works so well, in fact, that Catie enters Pippa into the school talent show.

The only problem? Pippa can't sing. Not at all. In fact, her singing is so bad it scares the neighbors. But if she doesn't participate in the talent show, Catie will know she lied. But if she does participate, the whole school will find out what a horrible singer she is...including Catie!

It's up to Pippa to put an end to this pesky problem!

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781492623281
Publisher: Sourcebooks
Publication date: 12/01/2015
Series: Pippa Morgan's Diary Series , #1
Pages: 160
Sales rank: 1,167,612
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.10(h) x 0.70(d)
Lexile: 750L (what's this?)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Annie Kelsey lives in London.

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Pippa Morgan's Diary


By Annie Kelsey, Kate Larsen

Sourcebooks, Inc.

Copyright © 2014 Hothouse Fiction Limited
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ISBN: 978-1-4926-2329-8



CHAPTER 1

ALL ABOUT ME


Name: Pippa Jane Saturday Rachel Morgan

(My parents only gave me the middle name Jane, but I added the other two because I think it's really unfair that we don't get to choose our own names. I mean, we're the ones who have to have them for our ENTIRE LIVES! I chose Saturday because it's my favorite day of the week and Rachel because that's the name of my BFF.)

Age: 10 (which is really cool because ten is my favorite number in the whole world — apart from infinity — but I don't think I'll ever get to age infinity!)

Height: Half a forehead taller than the hallway shelf. (I know this because I accidentally walked into the hallway shelf last week and it made a bruise right in the middle of my forehead. I didn't mind though because the bruise looked a little like the Batman symbol.)

Favorite Color: Indigo (I'm not exactly sure what color indigo is — it just sounds really cool. Try saying it out loud and see: IN-DI-GO!)

Favorite Animal: I love all animals, so it's really hard to choose just one. If I had to pick, it would be a bunny-dog (that's actually my two favorite animals in one).

Favorite Pop Star: Tiffany J!!!

Favorite Song: "YOLO" by Tiffany J.

Favorite Food: Chicken nuggets and Dad's homemade pizza.

When I grow up I want to be: An acrobatic dancer. Or a spy. Or maybe I could be an acrobatic dancer who spies? I could spy on all the people in the audience at my shows.

*swallows back tears* Yesterday, at 11:32 a.m., my best friend of all time, Rachel Adams, moved to the other end of the world.

Have you ever lost your best friend? Well, don't. It's the WORST.

Mom gave me this diary.

She said writing stuff down would "help me process my feelings of loss."

???

Writing stuff down is basically homework, but here goes ...


Sunday

I can still smell the stink of the moving van. Rachel and I just hugged and cried as they loaded her stuff on. Then I watched like a big-eyed kid who'd just lost her puppy while Rachel waved out of the window of her parents' car.


I will NEVER forgive Rachel's parents — I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THEY DECIDED THAT RACHEL SHOULD LIVE IN SCOTLAND INSTEAD OF THREE DOORS AWAY FROM ME!


Scotland is, like, a gazillion miles away.

Rachel said Nothing Would Change Really. *rolls eyes* She said, We'll still be best friends even though I'm so far away. I love Rachel but sometimes she can be one fry short of a Happy Meal.

Of course we'll be best friends. But it's not the same. I can only talk to her on the phone. I don't get to see her every day.


We can NEVER AGAIN dress up in my dad's extra-high-visibility cycling gear and go and stand under the fluorescent lights in the supermarket and see how many shoppers we can dazzle. The frozen-food section was best because the freezers had this cold blue glow that turned us practically luminous. We'd offer to help shoppers reach for fish sticks or ice cream and try not to giggle when they'd half-close their eyes like they were staring into the sun.

We loved dressing up. Last summer, we pretended we were characters from The Lady of Morpeth Abbey — which was our favorite TV show EVER. It was soooo romantic and all the characters wore beautiful old-fashioned clothes. Rachel and I raided every thrift store in town until we'd made the BEST costumes. Rachel dressed as Mr. Hunderbentleman (buckle-y shoes and a frilly shirt and a big hat and everything) and I wore ten big skirts on top of each other and put my hair in a bun so I looked like Lady Monteith, and we spent the whole day talking like our characters.

RACHEL: Lady Monteith, may I bring you something from my morning stroll as a token of my admiration?

ME: I would be eternally grateful if you brought me a dozen roses, Mr. Hunderbentleman, for my pretty nose needs something delicate to smell.

RACHEL: (giggling) My dear lady! Why don't you stroll with me and we may smell the roses together?

ME: Oh, Mr. Hunderbentleman! I am so lucky to know such a kind gentleman as you.

And we did it ALL day. Mom and Dad thought it was really funny (Mom and Dad were still married then) and it was the best day ever. Then Mom told us to go and get changed because my big skirts kept sweeping things off her knickknack shelf and Rachel had to go home for dinner.

I wonder what Rachel's having for dinner tonight? I could have the same thing and it'd be like we were having dinner together like we used to when Rachel's mom went to yoga.

But I can't even text her to ask because she's living on the side of a mountain in the middle of NOWHERE.

Apparently, there are more sheep than cell phones where she lives now.

This is the first time I haven't seen Rachel for a whole day since, like, FOREVER.

But Mom always tells me to look for the good things in stuff that happens, so here goes.


Good Things About Rachel Moving To Scotland

1. Rachel will be able to make lots of new friends (sob).

2. Rachel might get a Scottish accent and then she can become an actor like she's always wanted (you have to be able to do accents to be an actor).

3. We can write each other actual real letters just like Lady Monteith and her sister, Georgina, which will be really cute.

4. Without Rachel, I'll have lots of extra time to spend on homework so I can become a genius and invent a way for cell phones to text anywhere.


I guess I can visit Rachel. Dad asked me where I wanted to go on vacation next year. Why not Scotland? There aren't many good things about your parents getting divorced, but one of them is that you get TWO summer vacations.

Tiffany J's parents are divorced too. That practically makes us soul-twins. Tiffany's watching me now, from a poster on my bedroom wall. It feels like she can really see me and knows what I'm going through.

Tiffany J is my favorite person in the whole world (apart from Rachel). In the poster she looks like Princess Jasmine from Aladdin with a floaty headscarf and curly shoes. She is soooo pretty! Who else could look cool on a camel?


She's also the greatest pop star ever. She won the Voice Factor last year and since then she's had a billion hits and traveled around the world more times than I've been to school. She's only three years older than me. But she owns, like, fifteen mansions and has a driver to take her anywhere she wants. I bet she has her own pilot too. She must have hundreds of best friends and if any of them moved to the other end of the country, she'd have a zillion new ones lining up along her driveway.

I am SO going to be like Tiffany J.

Imagine if I'd auditioned for this year's Voice Factor. I can picture it now. The judges are sitting behind their big neon desk. Steven Fowl is watching me walk onstage. He has that look like he's thinking, Yeah, well she's only ten, how good can she be?, and then I start singing. And my voice is FANTASTIC — even better than Tiffany J's — and when I start my dance, his face lights up like someone's plugged him into a wall socket.

Karen Eastbourne's sitting next to him and her eyes are as wide as an owl's. Then the audience starts cheering me. And standing on their feet. No — they're standing on their chairs they're so excited. No one can believe I'm that good! All the judges are AMAZED. Cheyenne stands ON THE DESK and starts clapping. Huey Brown is pinned back in his chair like he's been hit by a wave.

I wish I could make this happen for real! My life would be perfect!


I'm writing this entry in secret. I have to keep my diary under my desk on my lap so Mr. Bacon can't see. I've decided this diary might be a good idea after all. I don't know if it's helping me to "process my feelings," but now that I don't have Rachel to talk to, my diary is like my new best friend.

Mr. Bacon is teaching us geography. (YAWN.)

He's telling us how mountains are made. Why? No one'sever going to make one. Where would they put it?

It's horrible being at school without Rachel. Darren's sitting next to me instead. There's playground dirt under the desk from his soccer feet and he smells like cornflakes. I'm trying to ignore him, but he keeps sniffing.


Mr. Bacon is drawing a volcano on the whiteboard, firing burning rocks into the air. I hope that the mountain near Rachel's house isn't a volcano. I'd better write to her and warn her to check there's nothing coming out of the top.

I wonder if Mr. Bacon is married. He doesn't wear a wedding ring. I guess it's hard finding someone who wants to become Mrs. Bacon. It's not exactly a normal name. Unless she has a worse name, like Miss Sandwich. That would be terrific! Their kids would be Bacon-Sandwiches!


List of Funny Names

Chris P. Bacon

Russell Sprout

Justin Time

Stan Still

Hazel Nut

Rob Banks

Jed I Knight

Neil —


Recess

I'm back. I couldn't finish my list. Mr. Bacon stopped drawing volcanoes and started talking about eco-energy. He decided that I should show the class how a wind turbine works. I had to stand up. Everyone started laughing while I helicoptered my arms. It was really funny until I accidentally smacked Darren in the face. He was okay and his nose didn't actually bleed. But, even though I said sorry, he asked Mr. Bacon if he could sit somewhere else. Mr. Bacon said yes and let him move to Tom's table.

I don't know what's worse — the smell of Darren's cornflakes and soccer dirt or sitting by myself.

They're all on the playground now. I'm the only kid left in the classroom. Now Rachel's gone, there's no one to play with, so I asked Mr. Bacon if I could stay inside and write in my diary. He said I could so long as I was quiet while he straightened up the book cupboard. So I'm pretending I'm a spy, like the ones I watched on Spies Next Door last night. Mr. Bacon is an enemy agent, searching the classroom for state secrets. I'm hunching low to my desk and breathing as quietly as I can. I've made a note of the books he's stored close to the front of the cupboard. They're called Exploring Japan. I'm guessing that's going to be our new topic once we've finished learning how to build mountains.


Guess what? Mr. Bacon just told me that after break he's going to ask Catie Brown to sit next to me!!!!

Catie Brown is the most popular girl in our grade. Everyone wants to hang out with her. She has an actual SCHEDULE for who gets to sit next to her at lunch.

I hope she likes me.

I've got butterflies in my stomach.


Later

I think Catie might actually like me.

At first she wouldn't look at me. She just sat down and stared longingly at Julie Johnson's table. So I tried doing crazy doodles in my notebook so she'd think I was funny. I drew a talking carrot. And a cat in a space helmet. But she didn't even look at them.


When Mr. Bacon told us to color in our pictures of Henry VIII, I told Catie where I lived and about my hamster who died and all my favorite TV shows. But she didn't answer, only grunted and colored her picture in. Then Freya, who was sitting at the table behind us, leaned over. She whispered to Catie that she had seen the line for the Voice Factor auditions in town.

I saw Catie's eyes light up and I knew straight away — she likes the Voice Factor!

"I auditioned for it." The words rushed out before I could stop them.

Catie looked at me like I'd appeared out of nowhere. "Really?" Her eyes were wide and she was staring at me. "You had a real audition?"

I nodded. My face felt bright red but I couldn't stop. I had her attention. So I told her everything, just like I'd imagined it last night. How the judges were blown away and the audience cheered.

And she believed me. Her eyes were popping out of her head, and then she said the magic words.

"You have to sit next to me at lunchtime and tell me all about it."


Lunch was SO scary. The twins, Julie and Jennifer Johnson, sat at our table. My mouth was so dry I could hardly speak. My mind was spinning as Catie sat down next to me and started unpacking her lunch. I was desperately trying to think up brilliant details to add to my audition story. But the twins kept giggling and started listing all the things they loved that began with the letter J.

Juice.

Jenga.


I was trying SO HARD to picture what Karen Eastbourne had been wearing in my daydream.

Jewelry.

Jeans.

Jelly.

What had Cheyenne's hair looked like?

Journals.

Jam.

Jet ski.

HOW was I supposed to concentrate on my story while Julie and Jennifer kept going on about J words?


Things I DON'T like beginning with J

Julie

Jennifer

Johnsons

Then Catie asked me about the audition. "Tell me EVERYTHING."


So I started. "Karen Eastbourne was wearing jelly and Cheyenne's hair was like a journal."


I KNEW I'd get mixed up!

Catie started frowning and I thought, she must know that I'm making it up.

So I took a really deep breath and started to list as many random facts from my daydream as I could:

• The audience stood on their chairs.

• Steven Fowl was amazed.

• Cheyenne leapt off the desk and shook my hand when I finished.

• Afterward, people crowded around me and begged for my autograph.


My brain started to ache so I took a bite of my sandwich.

Catie offered me one of her chips. She was all "Wow" and "That's amazing."

I got a wormy feeling in my stomach. I hated lying to her. But it was better than sitting by myself.

Then she said, "I wish exciting things happened to me." And I felt like the biggest liar in the world. If Catie knew the truth she wouldn't want to talk to me. So I said something that was sort of true. "I just wish Rachel had been with me."

And Catie said, "Rachel was your best friend, right? You must miss her."

I was relieved that I could be honest about that. I told Catie that I missed Rachel SO MUCH. And Catie told me that when she moved up to elementary school, her best friend had gone to a different school and she'd cried every day for a week.

Isn't that tragic?

We're practically twins (but not boring ones like Julie + Jennifer).

Mr. Bacon must have noticed because after lunch he paired me and Catie up for our class project. We've got to do a presentation on what it's like to be a ten-year-old girl in Japan. (I am SUCH a great spy! I knew we'd be doing Japan when I saw Mr. Bacon move the Exploring Japan books to the front of the cupboard during recess.) Catie grinned at me as he read out our names, and I felt happy for the first time in days.

Then, after school, she waited for me while I got my lunch box and we walked out of the school gates together. Her mom was waving at her from a big blue car.

I stopped as Catie walked up the sidewalk to meet her. I didn't know if she wanted me to follow. But Catie waved me over and asked me if I wanted to go to her house after school on Wednesday so we could work on our project.

Her mom was smiling at me through the open car window. She said, "It would be lovely if you could come, Pippa. It's always nice to meet Catie's friends."

Does this mean I'm one of Catie's friends already? WOOT!

Perhaps I'll end up being her best friend and I can help with her lunchtime schedule. (I'll always sit next to her, of course!) And we can talk on the phone all the time, and she'll think I'm way cooler than all her other friends. I can just imagine it now ... Phone rings:

MUM: (shouting up the stairs) It's Catie on the phone for you again!

ME: (racing downstairs) Thanks! (grabbing phone) Hi, Catie!


CATIE: I'm planning a party and everyone's coming but I want you to be the guest of honor.

ME: Wow, Catie! Thanks! I'd love to be your GoH!

CATIE: Great! I'm so lucky you're my best friend in the whole world.


Laterer


Mom just told me that Dad has found an apartment! Yay! Since he moved out, he's been staying with Uncle Pete, but now he's going to have his own place! This means I can stay with him. I like living with Mom but it doesn't seem fair to Dad if I just stay with her all the time. Plus, I miss Dad's cooking. Mom tries her best but she doesn't love cooking like Dad does. We've been eating Fridge Surprise a lot since Dad left. (Fridge Surprise is whatever Mom can find in the fridge served with rice or pasta. Yesterday we had sausage curry. Today it was cheese and beet macaroni. I peeked in the fridge while Mom was washing up. I hope she goes shopping tomorrow because I'm scared what she'll make with yogurt and cauliflower.)

After dinner, Mom looked tired, so I tried to cheer her up by performing my best magic trick.

I got the TV remote so I could make it disappear then reappear behind Mom's head. But I had my floppy sweater on (the one Gran knitted for me to "grow into") so, when I snuck the remote control up my sleeve, it slid right up and flopped over the armpit part, and when I leaned forward to jiggle it out behind Mom's head, it skied down my back and plopped on to the floor. It was like I'd laid an egg.

Mom laughed. So did I. I like doing magic, but I'm glad I've switched to singing. I never got very good at magic. Singing is way more fun.


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

Front Cover,
Copyright,
Title Page,
All About Me,
Sunday,
Good Things About Rachel Moving To Scotland,
Monday,
List of Funny Names,
Recess,
Later,
Things I DON'T like beginning with J,
Laterer,
Wednesday,
Dad's Dinners I Miss Most,
Excuses for Not Singing,
Later,
Thursday,
Before dinner,
Friday,
Friday — midnight,
People Angry With Pippa,
Sunday night,
Monday,
Tuesday,
Later,
Wednesday,
Lunchtime,
Friday,
Later,
Top ten reasons why Catie and I are BFFs,
YOLO by Tiffany J,
Pippa Morgan's Sleepover Essentials,
Back Cover,

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GratefulGrandma More than 1 year ago
I remember starting a diary when I was young, but I never wrote much and often abandoned them. Pippa was a dedicated diary writer and in this book we meet her, her new friends, and her parents. This a good introduction to this series for early chapter readers, especially young girls (ages 8 to 10) Pippa Morgan's best friend has moved away to Scotland. She figures they will not see each other more and she is so lonely. She does not really have any other friends. When the teacher sits Catie, a very popular girl, beside Pippa, she wants to become friends. Knowing Catie likes The Voice Factor, Pippa spits out that she auditioned for the show and they become great friends. The problem with this is that it is a big fat lie, Pippa can't sing a note on key. When Catie tells others, the lie snowballs into a huge problem. Pippa and Catie actually do become great friends, but what is going to happen when Pippa has to tell her and the others that she was untruthful. Will they still want to be friends? I actually enjoyed meeting these girls, they are fun and good to each other. There is no back biting or cruelty that you read about in some books. This book is just clean and light-hearted, with a message about honesty and friendship. There is humour, Pippa is bold and a bit of a tomboy, and gets her friends to try new things. I think young girls will enjoy this book and hopefully the rest of the series is as good or better than this introduction.
TheIndigoQuill More than 1 year ago
See full review @ The Indigo Quill . com Special thanks to Sourcebooks Jabberwocky for providing a copy of this book for review. Do you remember keeping a diary when you were a kid? I do. As a matter of fact, I still have that diary. And as I started reading Pippa Morgan's Diary, I was reminded of my 10 year old self scribbling too candidly and making doodles around the edges. Oh, the whims of a little girl with an overactive imagination. Pippa Morgan's best friend is moving away (we've all been there, right?). In order to find a new BFF, Pippa lies to the most popular girl in school, Catie, and tells her she auditioned for Voice Factor...even though she can't carry a tune in a bucket. The lie snowballs into a greater problem than Pippa was anticipating. From what I understand, this is part of a series. As an introduction, this book is reminiscent of Owl Diaries and would easily appeal to fans of such. If you're looking for a much simpler version of the now-popular diary books, this is a good transitional book. It isn't very long and it reads fast. Pippa Morgan's Diary is clean and light-hearted. You'll find humor in Pippa's ways, and perhaps even remember some old entires of your own.