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      First published in USA 2019 by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company

      First published in Great Britain 2019 by Egmont UK Limited,

      The Yellow Building, 1 Nicholas Road, London W11 4AN

      Published by arrangement with Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company,

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      Text copyright © 2019 Alloy Entertainment, LLC

      Cover illustration © 2019 Sarah Hoyle

      First e-book edition 2019

      ISBN 978 1 4052 8814 9

      Ebook ISBN 978 1 7803 1820 2

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       TO All THE WILD GIRLS –

       PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE

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      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Dedication

       CHAPTER SEVEN: BREE

       CHAPTER EIGHT: ALIA (NOT MALIA)

       CHAPTER NINE: DOT

       CHAPTER TEN: MALIA* (*THE “M” IS SILENT!!)

       CHAPTER ELEVEN: BREE

       CHAPTER TWELVE: MALIA

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN: DOT

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN: MALIA

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN: BREE

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN: MALIA

       CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: DOT

       CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: MALIA-BECAUSE-CLEARLY-NOBODY-IS-GOING-TO-SAY-ALIA-SO-WHATEVER

       CHAPTER NINETEEN: DOT

       CHAPTER TWENTY: MALIA

       CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: BREE

       CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: DOT

       CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: BREE

       CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: MALIA

       CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: BREE

       CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: DOT

       CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: MALIA

       CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: BREE

       CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: MALIA

       CHAPTER THIRTY: DOT

       CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: MALIA

       CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: BREE

       ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

       Back series promotional page

       CHAPTER ONE: MALIA

      Technically, the Baby-Sitters Club was someone else’s idea. But Malia was the one who stole it, and she thought it was okay to be proud of that.

      The epiphany came during the worst week ever. Monday started off with an algebra test where she left half of the answers blank, followed by gym class, where she walked many, MANY semi-aerobic circles around the basketball court, upon which Connor Kelly – aka the only boy worth loving – was practising free throws. Malia was wearing her new silver leggings and the ultra-curling mascara she’d borrowed from her best friend Bree Robinson even though it made Bree freak out because sharing mascara could apparently lead to eye infections. But Connor didn’t look at her once.

      On Tuesday morning, Malia walked to school – yes, walked, on foot like some kind of pilgrim – because her evil big sister, Chelsea, cast her out of their regular carpool. One of Chelsea’s dumb friends had a science project that was taking up Malia’s usual spot in the back seat, and so she was left without transportation.

      Like that wasn’t bad enough, on her way down the front path, she dropped her phone, and the screen shattered into a billion little pieces. Malia could already hear her mom’s voice the moment she saw it. “Ma-li-a,” she’d say, drawing the name out like some kind of swear word. “You have to learn to be more responsible.” Every time she said Malia’s name, no matter the occasion, it sounded like it was laced with disappointment. After all, Malia wasn’t turning out anything like Malia Obama, the brilliant first daughter after whom she was named. Instead, she was destined to be Malia Twiggs, which anyone had to admit sounded kind of bootleg. This is what led her to rebrand herself as “Alia”, a campaign that had been met with moderate success. Malia was still constantly correcting people for including the M. But she had faith that eventually it would stick.

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