The Wellington-Calloways, for all their nonsense, have a tradition. In the attic, there is a dusty, pink, faux-leather diary with a little lock that hasn’t worked since 1987. It’s called the Family Story Diary . Every generation, the eldest daughter writes her “most honest truth” in it on the night before her eighth birthday. Then she hides it. And the next girl finds it.
Ah. There it was. The real story.
On my first day, the binder said: “Penelope enjoys quiet artistic expression.” miss penelope dork diaries