Mixed Messages by Tina Wells Page A

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    â€œYeah,” Chloe agreed. “It would be awesome to get ideas from people I don’t already talk to about fashion every day.”
    Jasper swallowed his mouthful of food and opened his mouth to respond. Zee was certain he was about to say no.
    â€œAlly’s right. Bluetopia was supposed to help me and Ally keep in touch without having to always catch up first with what’s going on with our friends,” Zee reminded Jasper. She looked around the table. “My friends have all joined. Plus, having Ally’s friends from Paris would make Bluetopia more international.”
    Jasper stayed quiet.
    â€œThe French definitely like soccer,” Chloe added.
    That got Jasper’s attention. “I suppose we could invite them, too.”
    â€œYay!” the girls cheered.
    Jasper pointed his finger. “Only if they promise not to invite anyone else.”
    Ally made an X over her chest. “Promise!”
    Zee couldn’t wait to make her next blog entry.
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    Bloggio,
    I’m not sure how to make a chart, and I can’t ask anyone since this blog is 100 percent private, so you’ll just have to pretend that these lists are in a chart.
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    Things That Are Going Better Than I Thought
    Bluetopia. Everyone loves it, and Jasper is letting more people join, so it’s going to be even more fun.
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    My music career. Who wouldn’t want to be Roxy Vardolis’s assistant? And two of my songs are going to be featured at the biggest event in Brookdale.
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    My friendship with Missy. She’s full of information about twins.
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    Things That Are Going Worse Than I Thought
    The Soon-to-Be Babies. It sounds like they’re not much fun.
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    Mom. She’s definitely changed since she’s gotten pregnant.
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    (I can’t think of a third thing, so there are more good things than bad. I hope it lasts.)
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Chapter 8
The Spanish Boy
    Z ee was already at breakfast Wednesday morning when Ally came down.
    â€œWhat took you so long?” Zee asked, digging a section out of her grapefruit with a spoon.
    â€œSorry.” Ally grabbed the container of Mrs. Carmichael’s homemade granola from the counter and brought it to the table. “I was on Bluetopia.”
    â€œCool beans!” Zee said. “What’s going on?”
    â€œMarcus and Conrad have started a joke blog.”
    â€œIs it funny?” Zee asked.
    â€œThey’re definitely not as funny on the computer screen as they are in person, but a few of the jokes made me laugh.”
    â€œWhat else is going on?”
    Ally thought. “Kathi and Jen have created a Dish Club, but it’s invitation-only, and since I wasn’t invited, I have no idea what that’s about.”
    â€œI’m sure I won’t be invited,” Zee said, “so I’ll never know, either.”
    â€œOh!” Ally suddenly exclaimed. “I almost forgot about my French friends!”
    â€œDo they like the Fashionista Club?” Zee asked.

    â€œNo,” Ally said with a smile. “They love it.”
    â€œThis is so amazing!” Zee told Ally. “I am going to get to know all of your friends in France the way you got to know my new friends here.”
    Adam stepped into the kitchen. A lumpy puff of hair stuck out on one side of his head, and his shirt was halfway tucked in.
    â€œDid you wrestle a bear before you came down?” Ally asked.
    Zee giggled.
    â€œThat’s so funny I forgot to laugh,” Adam shot back. He opened the refrigerator door. “By the way, don’t even think about being my bud.”
    Zee gagged on her grapefruit juice. “What are you talking about?” she asked after she had recovered.
    â€œBluetopia.” Adam poured himself a glass of milk. “By the way, nice name. Who did you pay to name it after you?”
    â€œHow do you know about Bluetopia?” Ally asked, panicked. “You’re a