Allie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Glitter Girls and the Great Fake Out Read Online Free

Factory or stay overnight in a place like the Hilton Hotel downtown.
    Missy, I was sure, would understand. Anyone would.
    So my lie was perfectly understandable. It barely even counted as a lie. It was practically the truth.
    Sort of.

RULE #4
    In My House, Nothing Will Get You in Bigger Trouble than Lying
    It started raining hard that morning, which meant we had to stay inside Room 209 for recess, which I sometimes like because it means Mrs. Hunter gets out her old board games from when she was a kid and lets us play with them.
    Her games are very old-fashioned and make us laugh, such as the Game of Life, which is Erica’s favorite, which has little cars for game pieces. The cars move along a board with a wheel you spin that tells you how many spaces you can move your car. Inside your car are little holes you can fill up with pink and blue pegs — the Mom and Dad and their babies, as Erica calls them.
    All Erica wants to do is fill up her car with as many pegs as she can, even though that’s not the point of the game (having a career and making money is).
    But Erica just wants to have a car full of little pink and blue pegs.
    The game I like is Clue. It’s a murder mystery game. It’s my favorite, but the only other person in our class who likes it is Joey Fields.
    Sophie says Clue is morbid. Sophie’s favorite game is Monopoly. That’s a game where you try to own as much property as you can, and if someone’s game piece lands on your property, they have to pay you. I hate this game more than any game ever invented, even more than I hate Boggle, which is a word search game of Mrs. Hunter’s that no one likes but Caroline.
    The only game that all of my friends will agree to play together is the Game of Life (even though Erica won’t play it right).
    We were playing the Game of Life — even Rosemary agreed to play, though usually she plays indoor finger football with the boys — when Cheyenne O’Malley walked up to us with her good friends Marianne and Dominique (or M and D as she likes to call them) behind her and said, “So, Allie. I understand that you’re taking a limo to Glitterati.”
    I was busy achieving great things in the Game of Life, so I didn’t really have time to talk to Cheyenne.
    “Yeah, so?” I said, spinning the wheel.
    “So, I just think you should know,” Cheyenne said. “Glitterati is for babies.”
    “No, it’s not,” Rosemary said, not looking up from the game board. “I heard a girl in fifth grade went there for her birthday party last month. So you’re wrong, Cheyenne.”
    “And for someone who is super concerned about acting mature,” Caroline added, “you’re sure not acting like it at the moment, Cheyenne.”
    Cheyenne’s face turned a delicate shade of pink that matched the pegs in Erica’s car.
    “Well,” she said, “I guess you think you’re so great, don’t you, Allie, because you get to ride in a limo, and eat at The Cheesecake Factory, and stay in a fancy hotel this weekend.”
    “She doesn’t even want to go,” Erica said, looking up from her little car crammed full of passengers. “She wants to go to my sister Missy’s Twirltacular. Her mom is making her go to Brittany Hauser’s birthday party. If Allie doesn’t go, her mom could get fired from Good News!”
    Hmmm. This wasn’t going quite the way I’d planned. Soon a lot more people than I’d thought were going to know about my lie.
    “Well,” Cheyenne said. “Just so you know, if you’re going to a party where the girl’s parents are taking you out to dinner and to Glitterati and all that, you better make sure the cost of the gift you’re giving her is equal to or more than the amount her parents are spending on you. I’m only telling you this,” Cheyenne added, “because you’re so immature, I’m sure you don’t know it already, Allie. I’m trying to help you.”
    Rosemary slammed her fist down onto the Game of Life game board, making everyone’s game pieces jump. Then she stood