The Friends Forever Collection. Jean Ure
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Название: The Friends Forever Collection
Автор: Jean Ure
Издательство: HarperCollins
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isbn: 9780007369591
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I dithered for ages, trying to decide. Most of the stuff in my wardrobe is stuff that Rozalie Dunkin wouldn’t be seen dead in. But I had to wear something! Mum was calling to me from the kitchen: “Megan, your breakfast is ready! What are you doing?”
I stuck my head out of the door and yelled, “Getting dressed!”
“Well, just be quick! I haven’t got all day.”
Now it was Mum agitating to go, and me holding things up. I stopped dithering, grabbed a top which was not new but which I just happen to love – it is blue, with little bunched sleeves, and ties round the middle – and my best pair of jeans, which were new. So new I hadn’t yet worn them! They had beautiful embroidered bits round the bottom, bright reds and greens, all curling and swirling. I thought maybe they were the one thing I owned that Rozalie Dunkin might not mind being seen dead in. I didn’t have any trendy sort of shoes, so I just put on my trainers, which she definitely would not have been seen dead in! They were quite old and tatty, but I hoped that Harriet wouldn’t notice.
Mum did! Well, she noticed the jeans.
“You’re wearing your new trousers!” she said. “I thought you were keeping those for the party?”
“I’ll probably wear a dress for the party,” I said. “I might get a bit hot in these.”
“You’ll get a bit hot in them today! It’s going to be well over 20 degrees. If I were you, I’d go and put some shorts on.”
I couldn’t go to tea with Harriet wearing shorts. I had this sudden great urge to tell Mum what I was doing, but I knew that I couldn’t. Mum is such a worrier! She might even tell me that I wasn’t to go. In any case, I had promised Annie not to say anything, and I couldn’t break my promise. Not when it was her birthday present to me, and she had worked so hard at it.
“Well, it’s up to you,” said Mum. “Wear what you like, I don’t have time to argue! Now, I’ll be picking you up at 6.30 tonight, OK? So you’ll be having tea with Annie.”
With Harriet, I thought; and I couldn’t help a little giggle bursting out of me. Oops! I promptly clapped a hand to my mouth.
“You’re in a very odd mood,” said Mum. “What’s brought all this on?”
“I’ll tell you about it later,” I said.
“Why can’t you tell me now?”
“’cos I can’t! It’s a secret.”
“I suppose Annie’s in on it?”
I said, “Yes, but we’re sworn to utter silence.”
“Oh! Well … in that case,” said Mum.
She didn’t try to get it out of me. I am allowed to have secrets! She just told me to eat up my breakfast or I’d make her late for work.
Needless to say I spent the morning jittering, in case for once Rachel didn’t go off to gaze at Tyrone and make sure her best friend wasn’t pinching him.
“What’d we do? If she doesn’t go? How’d we get out?”
“We could always climb through the window,” said Annie.
I ran across to look. It’s true there is an apple tree outside Annie’s window, but I knew I’d never be able to reach it. Heights make me go dizzy. And Annie has never been able to get more than a quarter of the way up the ropes when we do gym.
“We’d break our necks,” I wailed.
“I wasn’t serious,” said Annie. “I only said it ’cos of all the dithering you do.”
“But Rachel,” I moaned.
“You don’t have to worry about Rachel. She couldn’t stay away from Tyrone if you offered her a million dollars. I heard her on the phone last night. She’s got it so bad she couldn’t even say his name without stuttering … T-T-Tyrone!”
“I hope you’re right,” I said.
“I’m always right,” said Annie. “I’m your fairy godmother. When I wave my magic wand—” she snatched up a ruler from her desk and wafted it about “— all your wishes come true!”
She was right about Rachel. She isn’t always right; she is sometimes spectacularly wrong. But in this case she was right! Rachel came upstairs a bit later, when we were sitting good as gold, quiet as mice, with the CD player turned low as low could be, to tell us that she was going out for a couple of hours.
“You two just behave yourselves—”
“Or else,” said Annie.
“Yes! Or else. And keep that music down!”
What cheek! We couldn’t have turned it any lower if we’d tried.
“Some people are just never satisfied,” grumbled Annie.
A few seconds later the front door slammed shut.
“Now we can listen properly,” said Annie; and she turned the CD player up to practically full blast. “Let’s go and spy on her!”
We raced along the landing, into Annie’s mum and dad’s bedroom, which is at the front of the house.
“Hide behind the curtain! We don’t want her to see us.”
Giggling, I wrapped myself up in the curtain and watched as Rachel set off down the road.
“We’ll just give her time to get her bus,” said Annie. “We don’t want to go and bump into her at the bus stop.”
Help! I hadn’t thought of that! Suppose the bus was cancelled? Suppose we got there and she was still waiting?
“Oh, shut up!” said Annie, when I said this to her. “You’re behaving like your mum.”
Well! The last thing anyone wants to do is behave like their mum, so I obediently kept quiet and just worried silently inside my head, instead of out loud.
“You’re still doing it,” said Annie.
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