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And at the very end, on the last page, next to “The End,” she had written in faint pencil, as if she’d been trying to hide it even from herself:

I pulled it out reverently. Price: $1.25.

But three days later, a new book appeared in my locker. Tales from a Not-So-Popular Party Girl . Used. Worn. And inside the front cover, in sparkly purple gel pen:

Then I saw the writing.

But the handwriting was unmistakable—loopy, aggressive, with hearts dotting the i’s like tiny declarations of war.

We split up. Zoey took the “Young Readers” section near the front, which was really just three shelves of Goosebumps and old Baby-Sitters Club books. I headed for the labyrinth in the back, where the shelves leaned like tired grandparents and the categories made no sense. “Fiction” bled into “Self-Help” which bled into “Cookbooks from 1987.”

Best $1.25 I ever spent.

Zoey found me ten minutes later, holding a stack of books two feet high. “Nikki? You okay? You look like you just saw a ghost wearing a glitter beret.”

I stuck the note on the inside cover, right over her purple gel pen name.

And underneath, in pencil, so faint I almost missed it: dork diaries used books

Under the printed chapter one, in that same purple pen, Mackenzie had written notes in the margins. Little critiques. Next to the part where Nikki spills spaghetti on her new jeans, Mackenzie had scribbled: “Clumsy much? Try better posture. - M.H.” Next to the part about Brandon, she’d written: “Boys are a distraction. Focus on your mirror.”

The smell hit me first—a dusty, sweet, sun-baked vanilla scent that no e-reader or brand-new hardcover could ever replicate. It was the smell of a thousand forgotten stories, and I was hunting for just one.

Next to the scene where Nikki’s mom comforts her, Mackenzie had written: “My mom is always on a cruise. With her new husband. #whatever” And at the very end, on the last

And there, on a low shelf under “Misc. Teen,” I saw it. A battered copy of Tales from a Not-So-Fabulous Life .

No. It couldn’t be. Mackenzie would never donate a book. She’d have her butler burn it for warmth.