Hailey Twitch and the Wedding Glitch by Lauren Barnholdt

I say when we get home. Kaitlyn is sitting in the living room. She is watching a scary movie on TV. Kaitlyn is only allowed to watch scary movies when I am not home. This is because of something having to do with a scary movie that made me want to sleep with my mom and dad for two whole weeks.
    That happened all the way last year when I was six. I am ready for scary movies now. But no one will give me a second chance.
    â€œWhat happened?” Kaitlyn asks.
    â€œCousin Angela was very bad, and she slammed into a waiter, and a big thing of chocolate cake went all over, and then she smeared it all on my face.”
    â€œThat does sound like a disaster,” Kaitlyn agrees. “Did you get to practice walking down the aisle?”
    â€œYes, after dinner. And after I washed all that cake off my face.” The part was very fun. I had to do a special wedding walk. I am going to use that special wedding walk tomorrow when I am wearing my beautiful dress. “And guess what else?” I ask Kaitlyn.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œToday in school Natalie Brice made fun of me.”
    â€œNatalie Brice is mean,” Kaitlyn says.
    â€œYes, she is very mean.”
    â€œWhy did she make fun of you?”
    â€œBecause I thought that I was allowed to keep this one instrument. But it turned out to be a big misunderstanding.”
    â€œWhat kind of instrument?” Kaitlyn asks.
    â€œA very wonderful pair of bongo drums. I had a very good plan to play those drums at the wedding tomorrow.”
    â€œI have some bongo drums,” Kaitlyn says. She is sitting up on the couch. “They are left over from a Hawaiian birthday party I went to. You can have them.”
    My mouth drops open. Because that news is very much too good to be true.
    But then Kaitlyn takes me up to her room. And she pulls out one pair of bongo drums! One pair that are perfect and amazing and exactly what I wanted.

    â€œJust please do not play them all night.” Kaitlyn puts her hands on her head. “That will give me a headache.” That is called exaggerating. Kaitlyn is a drama queen. But she is a very nice drama queen. And a very nice sister.
    â€œI won’t,” I promise.
    And then Kaitlyn spends the rest of the night braiding my hair. And she even lets me do hers, too.
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    The next morning is the wedding, and so I am up very early.
    â€œHello, morning!” I say. I pull, pull, pull the curtains on my window right open. “Hello, Mr. Frisk!” I shout down to him. He is picking up his newspaper from the bottom of his driveway.
    â€œHailey, please stop with all that yelling,” he says. “You are going to wake up the whole neighborhood.”
    â€œBut, Mr. Frisk, I am going to be in a wedding today.” I am still yelling.
    â€œOh.” Mr. Frisk looks a little bit interested in this news. “Well, have fun. And make sure you behave.”
    â€œI will.”
    â€œWhat kind of dress will I wear?” Maybelle asks. She is pointing her wand right at her own self. And whipping up all kinds of fab, fab, fabulous dresses. The first one is yellow. Then one is red. Then one is pink.

    â€œYou are going to wear the same dress as me,” I tell her. “That way me and you will be twins.” I have always wanted to be a twin with someone. But not Cousin Angela. I am thinking maybe I can pretend Addie Jokobeck is my twin. Maybe she will go along with it. I think that story could really catch on.
    Maybelle points her wand. And then she is wearing the same dress as me!
    â€œYou look very beautiful,” I tell her. Then I turn toward the door. “Mom!” I yell. “MOM, COME IN HERE RIGHT NOW! IT IS TIME TO PUT MY DRESS ON.”
    My mom comes running in. She is wearing rollers in her hair.
    â€œYes, Hailey,” she says. “But first you have to take a bath.”
    Ugh. I hate baths. But I take one so I can get this show on the road. After my bath I have to