I sweep my hands together, then smear my palms across my jeans. A trail of the rosy sparkles chased me the entire morning: from my bedroom to the car, across the parking lot, and down the hallway to here-the foyer of my high school. I flick the edge of the poster board, and a few specks of glitter fall, shimmering to the tile floor.
The pink words twinkle beneath the tarnished, goldplated chandelier welcoming guests to the front office. “Perfect.” I stand back, hands perched on my hips, admiring my handiwork. It takes the ordinary and turns it into something interesting and beautiful.
It hides the most glaring of imperfections, works to bring out the best in everything. Because glitter can take any work in progress to that next level. little flecks of brilliance caught in a tube. Squeeze an unrealistic amount of glue on construction paper. All Rights Reserved No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from Katie Klein.Ĭhapter One Never underestimate the power of glitter. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of theĪuthor’s imagination or used fictitiously. Copyright 2011 by Katie Klein Cover image: Copyright 2011 by Gemma Hart This story is a work of fiction.
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