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“sodoyouthinkyoucouldtrustmetogotothedancetonight?" she blurted before losing her nerve. Viktor and Viveka exchanged a quick glance. Are they considering it? They are! They trust - "No," they said together. Frankie resisted the urge to spark. Or scream. Or threaten to go on a charging strike. She had prepared herself for this. It had always been a possibility. That's why she'd read 'Acting For Young Actors: The Ultimate Teenage Guide' by Mary Lou Belli and Dihah Lenney. So she could act like she understood their rejection. Act like she accepted it. And act like she would return to her room with grace. "Well, thanks for hearing me out," she said, kissing them on the cheeks and skipping off to bed. "Good night." "Good night?" Viktor responded. "That's it? No argument?" "No argument," Frankie said with a sweet smile. "You have to see this punishment through or you're not teaching me anything. I get it." "O-kay." Viktor returned to his medical journal, shaking his head as if he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. "We love you." Viveka blew another kiss. "I love you, too." Frankie blew two back. Time for Plan B.”

Quote by Lisi Harrison

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Monster High

The Monster High series is a collection of novels that explore the lives of monsters attending a high school designed specifically for them. The books often combine elements of humor and horror, with a strong emphasis on themes of friendship, self-acceptance, and overcoming societal expectations. The characters navigate the challenges of high school life while also dealing with their monster backgrounds. more

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Lisi Harrison
Lisi Harrison

Lisi Harrison is an esteemed author in the young adult genre, born on July 29, 1970. She is recognized for her compelling narratives and relatable characters that have made a significant mark in the literary world. more

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