Jacqueline Wilson

Language: English

Pages: 352

ISBN: 0312642903

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Beauty Cookson isn't beautiful. Her father chose her name because he wants her to be a confident, popular girl. She tries to fit in, but she's plain and awkward. All the girls at school make fun of her and have nicknamed her Ugly. Her mother thinks she needs a fun, creative nickname, something like . . . Cookie! But kids at school can't just be told to call her Cookie. And, even worse, her Dad doesn't approve. His already bad temper reaches frightening new heights. Will Cookie find the strength to stand up to her dad? And will she find a way to be the person she wants to be?

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been prettier. And I’m not sure about the apron. It’s certainly unusual. What do you think, Beauty?’ ‘I absolutely love it!’ I said, twirling round. I ended up changing out of my beautiful grey dress and pinafore to eat my breakfast just in case I spilled scrambled eggs all down me. I sat in my new petticoat and my Tracy Beaker dressing gown opening up my birthday presents. Dad’s parents were dead, but Nana, my mum’s mum, sent me pink nylon baby-doll pyjamas about a hundred sizes too small.

him. They went into the kitchen and shut the door but I could still hear Dad clearly. ‘Why the hell aren’t you wearing your diamond collar?’ ‘Thank you very much for my Princess book,’ I said loudly. ‘It’s very kind of you.’ ‘No, it’s not,’ said Arabella. ‘Someone gave it to me at Christmas and I’ve never been bothered to read it.’ ‘You’re to put it on now!’ ‘I love reading, I read all the time, I even read in the bath,’ I burbled. ‘What’s your dad getting so het up about?’ asked Arabella.

‘So what are we giving them all? Bracelets, smelly bath stuff, cuddly toys?’ ‘Oh, it’s just a little token,’ said Mum, walking to the door. ‘Come on, Beauty. A super-stretch limo, imagine! How exciting!’ But Dad grabbed at the carrier bag before she could get any further. ‘Let me see!’ he demanded. He delved in and brought out a handful of the beautifully beribboned cookie bags. ‘Are you still trying to palm them off with this muck?’ he said. ‘They’re just little cookies, Gerry, so the

sitting there with your faces tripping you. I’ve spent a small fortune on your birthday, Beauty, and yet you haven’t the wits to make the most of it. You stand in the corner like you’re some little saddo no-friends while all the other girls bounce about and have a laugh and enjoy themselves.’ ‘Please don’t, Gerry!’ ‘You’re no better, Dilly. You won’t chat properly with the other mums. You act like you can’t say boo to a goose half the time. I buy you lovely clothes and jewellery so you can show

said Arabella. ‘So Big Daddy brought you to school today, eh?’ ‘Don’t you know you’re not supposed to park outside the gates? Does your dad think he’s so special in that great big silver sardine tin that rules don’t apply to him?’ said Emily. I tried to march past but they took an arm each, hanging onto me. I craned round and saw Dad waving at me cheerily, thinking I’d met up with my two best friends – instead of my two worst enemies. No, Skye was the worst enemy of all. There she was, singing

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