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When we arrived (via skateboard-laundry-basket, which was surprisingly aerodynamic), the palace was… suspiciously familiar.

(P.S. Brianna stole the pen to draw a mustache on my pillow. It still works, though. Magic is weird.)

And me?

There was a “Prince Charming” contest (Brandon won, obviously, because he showed up with a camera and said real charm is “not being a jerk”). Then came the talent portion.

The “enchanted forest” was just Principal Winston’s office plants. The “magic mirror” was a fogged-up bathroom mirror. And guess who was already there, posing dramatically in front of a cardboard throne? dork diaries once upon a dork

The dress code was “Storybook Chic.” In regular girl language, that means “beautiful ballgown made of starlight and unicorn tears.” In my language, it means “what can I glue together before my mom finds out I raided her craft closet?”

She handed me a pen. “This is your reward. It never runs out of ink. Unless you need it to. Then it’s out. Because that’s funny.” It still works, though

Mackenzie shrieked, grabbed a napkin (my invitation, actually), and ran out the door yelling, “THIS ISN’T OVER, MAXWELL!”