Peggy's heard of celebrities, girls and other people who go to insane heights just to own pretty clothes. But are there any who are as desperate as her best friend
Marci was the greatest friend anyone could ask for. Too bad she was also a drama queen. And a spoilt brat. And just stuck up.
"This is a bad idea," I said " This is a really bad idea." The bad idea being of course that we were about to break into Mr.Hugo Pietdricho's house in the middle of the night. Anyone could see that Marci and I weren't the stealthiest people. We'd already left footprints on the mud and candy wrappers by the bushes.
"Peggy, walk faster!" Marci hissed, a few paces in front of me.
I rolled my eyes.