Anyway, Isabella said it wasn't the makeover that boosted Margaret's popularity and forced us down. It was the pants. She said it wasn't my loud "yahoo" in science that got me switched again so that I'm science partners with Known Goon, Mike Pinsetti. It was the pants. And she said it wasn't me that had done you-know-what all over Hudson Rivers. It was the pants!
They were just a soft, ordinary pair of thrift-shop jeans until Jamie Kelly tried them on... Then they became a tight, scratchy, slightly smelly, and utterly ordinary pair of thrift-shop jeans with an embarrassing haunting problem. Do the pants have the power to soothe a vengeful beagle, vanquish The Prettiest Girl in the World, or make the wearer irresistible to the eighth cutest guy in the grade? Are the haunted pants so dazzling they can hurt and maybe permanently damage the eyes of onlookers? Or are the haunted pants just, well, haunted (which is kind of gross when you think about it)?
Each page of the diary is accompanied by laugh-out-loud cartoon-like illustrations.