Have you ever met someone who was so pretty on the outside, but maybe not so pretty on the inside? It’s totally confusing, right? Well, something like that just happened to yours truly, Daisy Dreamer. And it happened in the last place I’d have ever imagined...the World of Make-Believe! My new friend, Twee, is a Pretty Pixie. She lives in a pretty village deep in a pretty forest with lots of other Pretty Pixies. The problem is—some of her friends are being pretty mean. But not to worry, because Posey and I are on the case!
With easy-to-read language and illustrations on almost every page, the Daisy Dreamer chapter books are perfect for emerging readers.
About the Author
Genevieve Santos is an illustrator born, raised, and living in San Jose, California, and sole proprietor of a small stationery company, Le Petit Elefant. Wanderlust got the best of her so she’s traveled to thirty-one countries before turning thirty, sometimes backpacking, sometimes by camper van, sometimes on her own, but always with a sketchbook. Her love for animation started at a young age, and is what drives her to draw the slightest observations. She also has an insatiable weakness for ice cream.
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The Not-So-Pretty Pixies
I zoom down the sidewalk on my skateboard. The wind makes my hair fly out of my pigtails, and I have to spit it out of my mouth. Pffffffttt!
“Hurry up, Mom!”
Mom and I are going to school like always, and I tease her like always because she is a slowpoke. Mom is walking and I’m on my skateboard, so I am wayyyyy in front of her. Obviously!
Suddenly a blast of light flashes in my eyes and blinds me! I can’t see anything!
Then—ka-bonkity ka-bonk!—I fall feet-over-helmet onto the sidewalk. WIPEOUT!!!
I hear footsteps rush to my side.
“Wow!” says a girl from behind me. “Are you okay?”
“Here, let us help you!” another girl says.
I look up and can’t believe it! It’s that awful Gabby Gaburp and her meanie sidekick, Carol Rattinger. What are they doing here? And why are they being so nice?
They pull me up and help me dust off. I have dirt all over my knees and elbows, but I don’t hurt anywhere. Phew! While I am dusting, I check to make sure they haven’t put a PRANK ME sign on my backpack.
I double-check my skateboard in case they did something bad to it. But nothing seems different—the wheels still spin and make an awesome swirly spiral when they turn. There’s not a meanie trick in sight.
I’m all, Huh? These two girls are never nice to me. It’s just plain weird.
“Thanks for your help, I guess?” I say to them. It was really nice of them to check on me.
“Oh, Daisy, thank goodness you’re okay!” Mom says, finally catching up to us. I guess I was way wayyy waaaaayyy ahead of her. “You’ve got to be more careful when you’re going that fast, Miss Daisy Dreamer!” she scolds me.
Then she turns to Carol and Gabby. “Thank you, girls, for helping Daisy! I’m so glad she’s all right!”
The girls smile sweetly. I didn’t even know their faces could do that!
“No problem, Mrs. D.!” they say, and we all grin at one another.
It feels really weird and strange, but it’s nice for a change. And to make things even stranger, Gabby, Carol, and I walk the rest of the way to school together, like we’re friends. Did my world just turn upside down?
I mean, I have a big imagination, but I would never ever have imagined this.