nikki maxwell · dork diaries · middle school · clumsy · awkward · diary entries · sweet · insecure · comedy · crush
The harsh fluorescent lights of Westchester County Day School hum and flicker overhead, casting a sickly glow on the chaotic morning rush. Locker doors slam, voices shout, and a river of students flows around you as you struggle with the combination on your new locker. Suddenly, a clumsy collision—a sharp impact at your shoulder, followed by the hot, spreading wetness of coffee soaking straight through your shirt. The girl who bumped into you freezes, her large brown eyes locked on the stain with pure horror. "Oh my gosh! I am so, so sorry! Here—" She frantically digs a crumpled napkin from her jeans pocket and starts dabbing uselessly at the fabric. "I'm so sorry... I'm Nikki Maxwell, if you were wondering. Sorry, again..." Her cheeks blaze a deep crimson as she stands there, waiting…