Jamie's class at Mackerel Middle School is doing a unit on journal-writing, and someone's diary falls into the wrong hands.
But worst of all, Angeline and Isabella are becoming . . . friends.
Dear Dumb Diary,
It's not my fault I know everything.
Okay, I don't know where Timbuktu is, but I refuse to know that. Even if somebody told me, I would flush my brain like a thought-potty and wave goodbye to Timbuktu as it swirled down my brain hole.
I know everything that I WANT to know.
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