The Time-Traveling Fashionista Read Online Free

waves, wide, pale blue eyes, and a cherry red pout. Kind of like Marilyn Monroe, if Marilyn were into Juicy Couture
     and seriously anorexic.
    In other words, Brooke Patterson was very popular. She also happened to be Louise’s best friend, due mostly to the fact that
     they had been friends since they were practically babies. Their fathers had been in the same fraternity in college and now
     worked at the same law firm. Louise secretly hoped that she and Brooke would end up like that someday, best friends, with
     their kids being best friends, too.
    “I think you should just say you’ll think about it, and then if Kip asks you by tomorrow you can still go with him,” Louise
     rationalized. Somehow giving advice to her friends was easy, but in her own life, she did ridiculous and embarrassing things
     like running away from the one guy who was trying to ask her to the dance. She was too mortified to even talk about it with
     Brooke yet. “Keep your options open a little longer.”
    “Right, good idea,” Brooke replied and grinned. “So what are you going to wear?”
    “I don’t know yet.” Louise pulled out the Fashionista Vintage Sale invite from her backpack and handed it to her best friend.
     “Maybe I’ll find something here.”
    Now it was Brooke’s turn to roll her eyes. “Louise, why don’t you come to the mall with me after school? We can get something
     normal. I think Nordstrom just got a shipment of Marc Jacobs. I mean it’s like you’re permanently trapped in another era.
     It
is
2011, you know.”
    Louise had finally freed the combination lock and opened her locker.
    “See? I rest my case.” Brooke sighed. Louise’s locker was decorated much like her bedroom at home. Black-and-white photographs
     of a young Faye Dunaway and Warren Beatty from the set of the chic gangster movie
Bonnie and Clyde
, and Twiggy, the Kate Moss of the 1960s, smiled back at her from the inside of the metal door. They were a little reminder
     to her that there was more to life than junior high, and that a more glamorous world was waiting for her somewhere out there,
     even if it was just in her imagination at this point.
    Louise felt her cheeks get a little flushed. Maybe it was a bit pathetic. Maybe she should wake up and start living in the
     twenty-first century.
    “But that’s why I love you and all of your quirky charm.” Brooke gave Louise a quick hug. “See you on the bus,” she called
     over her shoulder. “I’m late for earth science review.”
    As she bounced down the hallway, Louise was left alone staring at her time capsule of a locker.
    The rest of the school day dragged on, as Friday afternoon classes tended to do. Louise showed the vintage sale invitation
     to a few of her friends in eighth-period English lit class. She was curious if anyone else had received an invite in the mail.
     Strangely enough, she seemed to be the only one.

Louise and Brooke were both a bit mortified by the fact that they still had to take the bus in the seventh grade, but at least
     they were on the same bus route.
    “Do you ever wish you were someone else?” Louise asked, flipping through a dog-eared copy of
Us Weekly.
The bus was loud and crowded with hyperactive sixth graders, and a few unlucky kids from seventh and eighth. Brooke and Louise
     always sat together in the same seat on the left, three back from the front, and everyone on the bus knew better than to sit
     there. That little show of respect and seniority was the only redeeming feature of their otherwise torturous ride.
    “No, not really,” Brooke replied honestly. “God, what is she wearing?” she asked, peering over Louise’s shoulder as she flipped
     past a photo of Renée Zellweger in baggy sweatpants and Uggs waiting in line at the supermarket.
    “There’s no magic anymore,” Louise said with a sigh. “Whydo they insist on showing everyone that ‘Stars Are Just Like Us’? I liked it better when you could imagine they weren’t. Like
     they