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  I reached up to rub my eyes. This was so awful! I was crying right in front of Dr. DeLorenzo! She was going to think I’d make a terrible vet someday!

  “That’s a nice name,” Dr. DeLorenzo said thoughtfully. “Mewsie. That sounds like a nice, strong name for a boy cat. I think he likes it. Hear how hard he’s purring?”

  I opened my eyes and looked down at the examination table. Mewsie, whose fur had grown to be long and puffy in the past two weeks, all gray covered with black stripes where it wasn’t the purest white, looked up at me with his sapphire blue eyes and purred away, happy to have so many people paying attention to him. He didn’t realize I was crying over the fact that he wasn’t a girl. He didn’t care that his collar (which was still too big to fit him, anyway) and bed were pink. All he cared about was being a cat.

  And me.

  “Mewsie,” I said.

  Mewsie looked up at me with an inquisitive, “Mroaw?”

  “I think he likes it,” Dr. DeLorenzo said with a laugh.

  Oh, what did it matter if my boy cat slept in a pink feathered canopy bed and wore a pink collar? The Finkles were funny, anyway.

  And he was the cutest cat ever.

  “You know what?” I said, smiling. “I think you’re right.”

  Books by Meg Cabot

  Allie Finkle’s Rules for Girls #1: Moving Day

  Allie Finkle’s Rules for Girls #2: The New Girl

  Allie Finkle’s Rules for Girls #3: Best Friends and Drama Queens

  Allie Finkle’s Rules for Girls #4: Stage Fright

  Allie Finkle’s Rules for Girls #5: Glitter Girls and the Great Fake Out

  FOR TEENS

  Airhead

  Being Nikki

  All-American Girl

  Ready or Not

  Teen Idol

  How to Be Popular

  Pants on Fire

  Jinx

  Nicola and the Viscount

  Victoria and the Rogue

  The Princess Diaries series

  The Mediator series

  I-800-Where-R-You series

  Avalon High series

  For a complete list of Meg Cabot’s books, please visit www.megcabot.com

  Allie Finkle’s Rules

  When you are starting your first day ever at a brand-new school, you have to wear something good, so people will think you’re nice.

  You need a lot of fiber in your diet to help digest your food.

  No child whose last name is Finkle may touch the doorbell or they will not be allowed to watch television for two weeks.

  There is nothing wrong with walking to school with your mom and dad on your first day. Except everything.

  If you have special skills or talents, such as having double-jointed thumbs, other people will automatically like you right away.

  If a bunch of fifth-grade girls thinks your little brother is cute, just go along with it.

  When a grown-up—especially a teacher—asks you to do something, it’s really rude not to do it.

  Things can’t get worse.

  You aren’t supposed to lie to adults—unless lying to them will make them feel better.

  Grilled cheese on whole wheat bread is gross.

  Little brothers can be such total phonies sometimes.

  You can’t let a bully know she’s bothering you, otherwise the bully wins.

  Standing up for yourself when others are being mean to you is important, especially when it’s your first day of school.

  It’s never funny if someone’s feelings are being hurt.

  You aren’t supposed to lie to adults.

  When someone decides she’s going to beat you up, the best thing to do is hide.

  It’s never fun when somebody loses and ends up crying.

  When the mother of your kitten is at the veterinary hospital in premature labor, and you don’t know if you’re going to get a cat or not, and a girl in your class says she’s going to beat you up, and you know if you mess up, she’s going to do it for sure, it’s hard to concentrate on spelling.

  Friends—and queens—don’t let each other get beaten up.

  Pretending like you have things under control and actually having things under control are two very different things.

  You have to be careful what you tell your mom. At least if she’s the kind of mom who is just going to make things worse.

  Peaceful, nonviolent conflict resolution is always the answer.

  It isn’t polite to call adults names.

  I am the oldest child and so I am the one in charge.

  The less your little brothers know about your business, the better off you are.

  Ask old people what to do because they know everything.

  Never eat anything with tomatoes in it, or on it.

  Never eat anything that once swam in the ocean.

  It’s not polite to stare.

  You have to ignore your siblings on the playground at school unless one of them is bleeding or otherwise in pain.

  The polite thing to say when someone gives you a compliment is Thank you.

  If someone wants to beat you up, try psyching her out.

  It’s not polite to tell someone their advice stinks.

  If you say it enough times in your head, it will come true (sometimes).

  A lady never raises her fist to another.

  We all make mistakes, and we all deserve a second chance.

  It’s rude to say Yeah to adults. You should say Yes or Yes, sir or Yes, ma’am.

  It’s mean to invite someone over to your house and then insult them.

  Cats don’t care what color their collar is.

  Allie Finkle’s Rules for Girls Book Three: Best Friends and Drama Queens

  Here’s a sneak peek at

  I didn’t want to sit by those boys! I didn’t want to sit anywhere near them!

  But now it looked like I was going to have to. Because Mrs. Hunter asked me specially. And she smiled when she asked and said she thought I’d be a positive influence.

  Which basically meant she thought I’d be just as good as Rosemary at pulling Patrick down off his desk.

  I didn’t want to say yes. But I didn’t really think Mrs. Hunter had given me much of a choice. If I said, “No. No, actually, I don’t want to move to the back row with Rosemary and those crazy, bad boys,” I would just look like a really selfish person, and that wouldn’t help the new girl at all.

  And then Mrs. Hunter wouldn’t think I was a joy to have around the classroom anymore.

  And I knew how hard it was to be new. I knew better than anybody.

  So I said, hoping my tears weren’t showing, “Sure, I don’t mind moving.” Even though this was a complete and total lie.

  It’s okay to lie if the lie makes someone else feel better. That’s a rule.

  Mrs. Hunter smiled at me really big when I said this and went, “Oh, thank you, Allie. I knew I could count on you. I’ve already had Mr. Elkhart set up a desk for you between Stuart and Joey. Would you mind moving your things now? Because Cheyenne will be coming any minute.”

  Cheyenne? Who was Cheyenne?

  Then I realized Cheyenne must be the New Girl. The New Girl who was coming from Canada to take my perfectly nice old desk next to Erica, forcing me to sit between disgusting, zombie-drawing Stuart and sleep-encrusted-eyed, barking Joey.

  I wanted to throw up. That’s how grossed out I felt by what was happening to me.

  Actually, I didn’t even want to throw up. The truth was, I wanted to cry.

  But I knew I couldn’t be a baby about it and cry in front of Mrs. Hunter, who was so nice and told my grandma I was a joy to have around the classroom. Joys don’t cry just because they have to move to sit between two boys. Even two disgusting, totally gross boys who don’t bathe.

  So I said, giving Mrs. Hunter the bravest smile I could manage, “Sure, no problem.”

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