Free Mackenzie Blue by Tina Wells

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    10 Ways to Know Who Your Enemies Are
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    Zee held the pen over the blank page, then finally gave up and shut her diary. Who had sent her the mysterious text the night before? She had no suspects. No clue who could be torturing her. Maybe Chloe was right and it was an eighth grader. Or maybe Chloe was right and it was nobody.
    Â  E-ZEE: Bonjour! Ça va?
    Â SPARKLEGRRL: LOL. Ur learning French fast.
    Â  E-ZEE: I can’t w8 2 visit and do all the cool stuff ur doing.
    Â SPARKLEGRRL: 2day M, D, & I r going to Ladurée.
    Â  E-ZEE:?
    Â SPARKLEGRRL: It’s a tea shop—even tho I’d rather have a Frap. They make delish macaroons tho. Raspberry is my fave.
    Â  E-ZEE: Mmmmm.
    Â SPARKLEGRRL: It’s not all mmmmmm. 2day I 8 escargot, which is a fancy way 2 say snails. DISGUSTING!!!!!
    Â  E-ZEE: Yuck!
    Â SPARKLEGRRL: I had 2 pretend 2 like it so the French kids would like me. Then I made my parents take me 2 McDonald’s. LOL!
    Â  E-ZEE: There must b lots of other stuff to eat.
    Â SPARKLEGRRL: I wouldn’t know. I’m afraid 2 order anything because I don’t know what it is. I feel like a freak here.
    Â  E-ZEE: I know what u mean.
    Â SPARKLEGRRL: Y?
    Â  E-ZEE: I had a great time at Marcus’s party, but I got a weird text.
    Zee told her about the message.
    Â SPARKLEGRRL: Who sent it?
    Â  E-ZEE: That’s the problem. idk.
    Zee typed, Mayb u can help me come up with a list ofsuspects, but before she could send it, Ally wrote,
    Â SPARKLEGRRL: Mom is calling me. We’re going to Le Bon Marché.
    Â  E-ZEE: Translate pls.
    Â SPARKLEGRRL: Shopping. It’s a huge old store. I hope she lets me get those high heels I’ve been begging ARFN.
    Â  E-ZEE: K. ARFN.
    How could Ally think about shoes at a time like this?

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Teacher Feature
    Hi, Diary,
    It’s hard having my BFF so far away. When we were both in Brookdale, we could talk about our problems and go shopping together. Now we can only talk when we’re on the computer at the same time—and Ally’s not too busy. It’s not her fault, but it still stinks.
    I may not have my best friend, but I definitely have my friends. Tonight is the Crew concert. Kathi, Jen, Chloe, and I have been planning it all week. Kathi keeps calling it our “girls’ night out.” She calls us “the gang.” I know Kathi gave Mr. P a hard time and thinks she’s God’s gift to Brookdale Academy. But it’s more fun being a part of a group. And being with them distracts me from my diary—the other diary—problems.
    Zee
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    Adam stuck his head into Zee’s bedroom as she was snipping the last uneven hairs from her bangs.
    â€œPlease, please don’t embarrass me,” Zee said to her brother’s reflection in her mirror.
    â€œDon’t you think I should be telling you that?” Adam asked.
    â€œNo,” Zee answered, putting down the scissors on her cream-colored vanity.
    The night of the Brookdale Fall Music Festival had finally arrived. Zee, Chloe, Kathi, and Jen had planned where they’d meet up, what they’d wear, and where they’d sit—right near the stage, thanks to the people Kathi’s dad knew.
    â€œRemember our deal,” Zee told her brother as she slipped on a pair of hoop earrings. “You sit on the lawn for the concert. At all other times, keep at least ten feet back.”
    Adam leaned against the door frame. “No problem. As cool as it would be to hang out with a bunch of seventh graders,” he said sarcastically, “I know when I’m not wanted.”
    Zee turned around in her chair. “It’s not that you’re not wanted,” she said. “Tonight’s just a big deal for me. I want to hang out with my friends and not feel like I have a chaperone.”
    â€œC’mon. You’re lucky Mom and Dad let me take youinstead of them. I promise not to act like a