Hailey Twitch and the Wedding Glitch by Lauren Barnholdt Page B

healthy dinners and snacks. So it is not allowed.
    I lean over in the car and say the order right into the microphone. I say, “Please, can I have some French fries and one order of chicken nuggets?”
    Then the man says, “What did you say?”
    So I say it again. Only this time much more loud.
    â€œWho has been eating these fries?” my big sister Kaitlyn says when we get home. She is looking in the bag. And seeing all the missing fries.
    I sit down at the kitchen table. And then I quick try and change the subject. Maybe because I was the one eating those fries. It was a very hungry drive home. “Cousin Angela stomped right down on my foot,” I tell Kaitlyn. I hold my foot up. “Because we cannot agree on the same dress. I might have a broken toe and need a cast around it.”
    â€œEw, Hailey,” Kaitlyn says. “Get your sneakers off the table.”
    She is unpacking all the bags and putting those very delicious nuggets right in front of me. Then she takes out the little tub of honey mustard. She takes the top off it and sets it down.
    â€œThank you for opening my honey mustard, Kaitlyn. You are a very good sister.”
    â€œYou’re welcome, Hailey.”
    â€œI want to try one of those fries,” Maybelle says. She sits down on the table and starts munching on one of them.

    â€œKaitlyn,” I say. “What do you think about Cousin Genevieve’s wedding, please?”
    â€œWeddings are boring.” Kaitlyn takes a big bite of her ooey, gooey cheeseburger.
    â€œThey are not boring,” I say. “Not when you are getting to be a flower girl.” I reach out and give Kaitlyn a little pat on her hand. Kaitlyn is very jealous, probably. Because she is fourteen years old. And fourteen is too old to be a flower girl. “It is okay to be jealous. It happens to the best of us.”
    Kaitlyn rolls her eyes and takes one of my fries. She almost smacks Maybelle right in the head with it.
    â€œSo, Kaitlyn,” I say. “What am I going to do about this whole problem?”
    â€œWhat whole problem?” She has her cell phone out. She is texting away on it. Probably to her friend Maya Greenbert. All about boys, boys, boys.
    â€œThe whole problem with this dress and Cousin Angela!”
    â€œI do not know.” Kaitlyn is very good with helping with problems. But sometimes she does not want to help. “But there might not even be a wedding.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?” I am gasping at this horrible news.
    â€œYou think they can really plan a whole wedding in one week? That is crazy.”
    â€œOne week is enough time. One week is forever. It is seven whole days.”
    â€œThey don’t even have a band picked out,” Kaitlyn says. “How can they have a wedding without music?”
    â€œIt will all work out,” I tell her. That is what my dad tells me whenever I am having a problem. Usually my problem is about Natalie Brice, the meanest girl in room four, Miss Stephanie’s second grade.
    When I am finished with my dinner, I go upstairs.
    â€œMaybelle,” I say. “Help me with my problem, please.”
    â€œYour problem?” Maybelle asks. “What about my problem?” She is flying all around my room.
    â€œYou do not have any problems,” I grumble. “You are just a magic sprite.” Magic sprites do not even have to worry about being flower girls. They do not have to worry about stupid babies named Cousin Angela. They do not have to worry about broken toes that probably need a big cast on them. And they do not have to worry about finding music for that wedding.
    â€œI am very much in trouble with Mr. Tuttle!” Maybelle says. “Maybe you forgot all about that big disaster.”
    â€œI did not forget,” I say. “But me and you came up with a very good plan about that.”
    Mr. Tuttle is in charge of the Department of Magic. And he told Maybelle that if she did