Dress to Impress

Dress to Impress
Coleen McLoughlin

Introducing Coleen Style Queen – a fictional character inspired by the childhood of leading style icon, Coleen McLoughlin. This is a gorgeous series about boys, friendship, family and fashion.Having a confidence crisis? Don't dare to wear that funky new mini-dress? Never fear – you're not alone! My best mate Lucy is totally gorgeous. She just doesn't know it. So she always plays it safe, fashion-wise. But that's about to change! She's got a hot date this weekend and I'm going to transform her style from drab to fab! If only I could go on a date with her super-cute brother Ben. How can I get him to notice me…As well as a great story this book includes top style and fashion tips, and advice on how to customise your clothes and make your own cool accessories. So there’s no excuse not to look super stylish!

Coleen Style Queen

Dress To Impress

HarperCollins Children’s Books

Table of Contents

Cover Page (#u7805707d-a332-5667-9043-49aeb12021fb)

Title Page (#ub65db9c9-f7d8-5256-9c98-0ec1722d6d27)

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Best Mates Mirror (#litres_trial_promo)

Coming Soon! (#litres_trial_promo)

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About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

One (#ulink_752cccf6-da73-5e86-8e16-94885131a373)

So, I’m on the side of this freezing cold pitch, stamping my feet and totally wishing I had a special ankle heater. No disrespect to my little sister, but watching footie in the winter is a nightmare. Especially when there are no goals and the match is practically over.

Em plays on the wing in our local under-eights team. She’s dead keen and brilliant with it, and the whole family goes to watch her most weekends. I’m proud and all, but why do footie matches always have to be so cold?

“Pass the ball, Em!” yelled my dad, racing past me with his whistle bouncing on his tracksuit like a twinkly silver necklace.

“I’m not sure your dad should be telling Em what to do, Coleen,” Mum murmured to me as Dad pelted back the other way, still roaring instructions at my sister. “As the ref, isn’t he supposed to be neutral?”

“Asking Dad to be neutral in a game of football would be like asking me to wear school uniform at the weekend,” I announced between chattering teeth. I swear my toes were about to fall off.

Mum glanced at me from underneath her dark blue beanie hat. She had her famous annoyed-but-resigned look on her face. “Getting you to wear a coat would be a start,” she said.

My outfit was a little summery for a cold day, I have to admit. But I’d spent ages customising my T-shirt that morning with a bunch of safety pins all threaded with these brilliant neon-coloured beads. They made excellent patterns all down the front and jangled when I walked. There was no way I was going to hide my handiwork underneath a coat.

“Boots might have been an idea too, Coleen,” Mum said wearily. “Who on earth wears sandals in October?”

“I wanted to try out my new nail polish,” I said, admiring my dark blue toenails. The cold was totally worth it every time I looked down.

“Your toes are practically as blue as the polish,” said my best mate Mel.

Mel was more sensibly dressed than me, with a scarf wrapped tightly round her neck and a woolly hat with a peak at the front sitting neatly on her head. Beats me how she got it on over her crazy curls. The hat is new: we bought it together yesterday, and it totally rocks. The colours are perfect for her.

Standing beside Mel was my other mate Lucy. She’s gorgeous, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. Her plain blouses and ironed jeans drive me crazy, and I spend most weekends at the shops persuading her to try new stuff. She’s as different from Mel as France and England – which makes me the Channel Tunnel, I guess, cos I’m the link that joins them together!

“Which one’s Em again?” Lucy asked, peering across the windy pitch to where a blur of muddy knees and blue team strip identified the Hartley Juniors.

“Th…th…that one,” I shivered, pointing to the far side of the pitch.

A small, brown-haired streak of mud and energy was flying down the wing, dribbling the ball like a pro. As we watched, a little blond lad raced up beside her. Em neatly passed him the ball, totally foxing the boy on the other team who’d been chasing her.

“Go, Em!” Mum yelled, clapping enthusiastically.

“Yay!” cheered Mel and Lucy.

Believe me, I wanted to clap. But my hands were tucked too tightly into my armpits. So I clapped like mad inside my head instead.

The blond lad who now had the ball for Hartley Juniors raced on down the pitch. He dodged a couple of opponents, and then lofted the ball right up and smack into the net, just as the final whistle went. Goal! Our side of the touchline erupted.

“Hartlee! Hartlee! One-nil!”

“Billy, Billy, Billy!”

“I guess that’s Billy,” Mum observed as Em and her team mates clustered around the blond lad and tried to lift him off the ground in celebration.

I squinted at the lad. I’d never seen him before. He was obviously a new member of the team. Then I forgot all about him as something blissfully warm settled down on my frozen toes.

“Rascal,” I gasped, looking down at our hairy black spaniel who had curled himself up on my feet. “You total hero!”

“Psst,” Lucy whispered in my ear. “Coleen, look over there! He’s gorgeous!”