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The Carrie Diaries
Candace Bushnell
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE A Princess on Another Planet
CHAPTER SEVEN Paint the Town Red
CHAPTER EIGHT The Mysteries of Romance
CHAPTER NINE The Artful Dodger
CHAPTER TWELVE You Can’t Always Get What You Want
CHAPTER THIRTEEN Creatures of Love
CHAPTER FOURTEEN Hang in There
CHAPTER FIFTEEN Little Criminals
CHAPTER SIXTEEN How Far Will You Go?
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Bait and Switch
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Cliques Are Made to Be Broken
CHAPTER NINETEEN Ch-ch-ch-changes
CHAPTER TWENTY Slippery Slopes
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Dancing Fools
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE The Assumption of X
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR The Circus Comes to Town
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE Lockdown at Bralcatraz
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX The S-H-I-T Hits the Fan
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN The Girl Who…
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT Pretty Pictures
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE The Gorgon
CHAPTER THIRTY Accidents Will Happen
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE Pinky Takes Castlebury
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO The Nerd Prince
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE Hold On to Your Panties
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR Transformation
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE A Free Man in Paris
CHAPTER ONE A Princess on Another Planet
They say a lot can happen in a summer.
Or not.
It’s the first day of senior year, and as far as I can tell, I’m exactly the same as I was last year.
And so is my best friend, Lali.
“Don’t forget, Bradley, we have to get boyfriends this year,” she says, starting the engine of the red pickup truck she inherited from one of her older brothers.
“Crap.” We were supposed to get boyfriends last year and we didn’t. I open the door and scoot in, sliding the letter into my biology book, where, I figure, it can do no more harm. “Can’t we give this whole boyfriend thing a rest? We already know all the boys in our school. And—”
“Actually, we don’t,” Lali says as she slides the gear stick into reverse, glancing over her shoulder. Of all my friends, Lali is the best driver. Her father is a cop and insisted she learn to drive when she was twelve, in case of an emergency.
“I hear there’s a new kid,” she says.
“So?” The last new kid who came to our school turned out to be a stoner who never changed his overalls.
“Jen P says he’s cute. Really cute.”
“Uh-huh.”Jen P was the head of Leif Garrett’s fan club in sixth grade. “If he actually is cute, Donna LaDonna will get him.”
“He has a weird name,” Lali says. “Sebastian something. Sebastian Little?”
“Sebastian Kydd?” I gasp.
“That’s it,” she says, pulling into the parking lot of the high school. She looks at me suspiciously. “Do you know him?”
I hesitate, my fingers grasping the door handle.
My heart pounds in my throat; if I open my mouth, I’m afraid it will jump out.
I shake my head.
We’re through the main door of the high school when Lali spots my boots. They’re white patent leather and there’s a crack on one of the toes, but they’re genuine go-go boots from the early seventies. I figure the boots have had a much more interesting life than I have. “Bradley,” she says, eyeing the boots with disdain. “As your best friend, I cannot allow you to wear those boots on the first day of senior year.”
“Too late,” I say gaily. “Besides, someone’s got to shake things up around here.”
“Don’t go changing.” Lali makes her hand into a gun shape, kisses the tip of her finger, and points it at me before heading for her locker.