It's All Your Fault

It's All Your Fault

Language: English

Pages: 304

ISBN: 0545464285

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


"Paul Rudnick makes me lie hysterical on the floor, screeching with laughter and sobbing with fury that I can't write the way he does." -- E. Lockhart, author of We Were Liars and The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks
 
My name is Caitlin and up until forty-eight hours ago I had never:
 
Tasted alcohol, kissed a boy, sang in public at the top of my lungs, kidnapped anyone or -- WHAT? STOLEN A CONVERTIBLE?
 
Now I'm in jail and I have no idea what I'm going to tell:
 
The police, my parents, the mayor, all of those camera crews and everyone on Twitter.
 
I have just noticed that:
 
My nose is pierced and I have-WAIT? IS THAT A TATTOO?
 
I blame one person for this entire insane weekend:
 
My famous cousin.
 
Who is also my former best friend.
 
Who I have HATED for the past four years.
 
Who I miss like crazy. NO I DON'T!!!!
 
IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, HELLER HARRIGAN!!!!
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ya?” The crowd screamed again as Heller grinned and for a second I thought that if Heller told all of these people to follow her into the street and burn down the building, or to spray-paint her name across the front of the White House, or to rip off my arms and use them as golf clubs, they’d do it in a heartbeat. “Welcome to the official opening event of Angel Wars Weekend International!” Heller said, and the crowd screamed even louder and I thought my eardrums were going to burst. “I know

and even downright grumpy, which I completely understand because I’m sure that having to save the world would make a person extra, extra anxious, don’t you think? I’m so glad that I don’t have to save the world although shouldn’t we all be trying every day to save the world in our own little ways, maybe by, for example, using our old shoelaces to tie up flattened cardboard boxes for recycling because when you recycle you can save a river or an ocelot or a hungry dolphin from disappearing forever?

your friends close but your enemies closer. It’s risky but it’s made the whole thing even more of an event—it’s like the Angel Wars Super Bowl.” “Why is Ava so angry? Why’s she on such a rampage against Heller?” “Here’s the simple answer,” said Wyatt as he plucked the cashews, which were his favorites, out of a plastic bowl of trail mix. “Ava is a Killer Medium.” “A what?” “Okay, because you were homeschooled I don’t think you know about Killer Mediums.” “Killer Mediums?” “There’s a mistake

Heller. “We have to do it,” said Sophie. “How far is the quarry?” By the time Heller had driven us out to the quarry it was late afternoon but there was still sunlight. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected to find but everything looked just the way I remembered. The quarry was both beautiful and intimidating, like a picnic spot on the moon. You could see where the miners and their machines had sliced through the rock, but trees and grass and vines were reclaiming any area with soil and even

and “Needsox!” “And, Catey,” adds Wyatt, “Omnisphere tripled its donation to Make-A-Wish and Heller pledged her salary if they make the next Angel Wars movie!” I’m so excited that for the first time in my life I attempt a fist bump, with Wyatt, although I miss by a few inches. “We’ll get there,” he says. For the red carpet Heller is wearing a strapless golden designer gown and Nedda has talked me into a silvery gown with a thankfully higher neckline, and underneath she’s given me matching

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