smeared on her muffin.
His dad just grunted. Malcolm guessed he hadnât had a chance at the bathroom either.
âAnd itâs already the first day of school,â Mom continued.
âPlease, donât remind me,â Malcolm said, sipping some juice.
Mom sniffed the air. âIt even smells like the first day. I can smell the newly sharpened pencils, chalk dust, and Big Chief tablets.â
âWhat are Big Chief tablets?â
âThatâs what we used when your dad and I were little. Right, dear?â she said to Dad.
Dad grunted again. He never looked up from staring at his coffee.
The bathroom door flew open, rattling the entire house. âMOM!â Cocoa shrieked.
She stood in the doorway, wearing a violet shirt, purple skirt, plum-colored hoop earrings, and lavender tie-dyed sneakers. The indigo tint of her nail polish, eye shadow, and lip gloss looked like something from the âundeadâ cosmetic line.
Cocoa reminded Malcolm of an enormous grape. If she stood there for about 40 years, she could pass for a California raisin.
âMom!â she whined this time. âLook!â She held out her shirt and pointed near the hem.
âWhat is it, sweetie?â Mom asked.
âLook!â Cocoa said again.
Mom squinted. âLook at what?â
Cocoa moved closer. âThis!â
Mom squinted more. âI donât see anything.â
âOf course not! The rhinestone heart fell off!â Cocoa drooped and sobbed like she just flunkedhistory or something. Tears gushed down her cheeks. Malcolm didnât see what the big deal was, but that was a girl for you.
âNo one will notice,â Mom assured her soothingly.
âThatâs what Iâm afraid of!â Cocoa stomped her foot. âNo one will notice this awesome outfit.â
Malcolm didnât know about awesome. But now that Cocoa was no longer blocking the doorway, he saw his chance at the bathroom. Before he could move a muscle, Cocoa whipped around.
âNow I have to rethink the whole thing. I must look perfect for the first day!â she yelled. She clomped back to the bathroom, slamming the door.
âHey!â Malcolm called. âYour clothes are in your bedroom!â
âBut crying smeared my makeup, dufus. I have to redo it!â
For once Malcolm looked forward to his first day of schoolâjust so he could use the boysâ room!
CHAPTER THREE
SLOW RIDE
T he back of the school bus was indeed the bumpiest part. Malcolm wondered if the bus driver, Mr. Mullins, actually aimed for every pothole in the road. The boys were trapped in the far corner amid a crowd of chattering students.
Dandy yawned. âItâs bumpy and hot back here. Itâs not as great as I thought it would be.â
âNo kidding,â Malcolm said. He tried pulling down a window, but no amount of tugging would free it.
Malcolm gave up and slumped down in his seat. But then he remembered something important. He reached into his backpack and pulled out his digital camera.
âWhatâs that for?â Dandy asked. Sweat beads had formed on his nose like teeny raindrops.
âPictures,â Malcolm answered. âThis year weâre part of the yearbook staff, remember?â
Malcolm hadnât really wanted to be on the yearbook staff, but he was talked into it because they needed a photographer.
At first heâd resisted, but then he imagined all the cool things he could do with the photos. There was no limit to the fancy photo effects he could dream up.
He was already planning to swap the principalâs head with the school mascot, a hornet. And he may even add bubbles to the noses of the student council. Malcolm was set to make this yearâs Waxberry Elementary yearbook the best ever.
Dandy scratched his nose, smearing the dirty sweat. âI donât know how to put together a yearbook.â
âItâs not hard. Remember when we were in kindergarten, and
Jennifer Crusie, Leah Wilson