Sleepover Girls Go Karting. Narinder Dhami

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      “I’ll tell you what,” I said. “Why don’t we glue all the Watson-Wades’ windows and doors shut so they can’t get out? Or we could parachute on to their roof, and drop stinkbombs down the chimney. Or we could dress up in white sheets and haunt them?”

      Frankie grinned, and poked me in the ribs with her elbow. “You’re always so full of good ideas, Kenny!” she said.

      “You know me,” I said modestly. “If you want a good idea, I’m the main man!”

      “Yeah, wasn’t it your idea to try and decorate my bedroom?” Rosie said thoughtfully “We got banned from having any more sleepovers for a while after that.”

      “And it was your idea to have that stupid bet with the M&Ms when we went to Disneyland, Paris,” Fliss chimed in. “We nearly got trashed by our worst enemies!”

      “Never mind, Kenny,” Lyndz said kindly. “You do have really good idea sometimes…”

      Aah, that’s Lyndz all over. She wants to be nice to everybody.

      “… It’s just that I can’t think of any at the moment!” she finished.

      Yep, these guys are my best mates! With friends like these, who needs enemies? Only kidding. Our real enemies are the snotty old M&Ms, but you probably already know all about them, and they’re not in this story anyway, so we can forget all about them (hurrah!).

      Anyway, let’s get on with it! I’ve got this really coo-ell story to tell you all about what we did at half-term. You’ll never believe what happened. We had a fab time and—

      Hang on a minute. What do you mean, you don’t know who we are? You mean to say there’s at least one person in the world who hasn’t heard of the mega-fantastic, ultra-cool, completely class Sleepover Club???

      Oh. Apparently there is one person who’s never heard of us. OK, for that person’s benefit, here’s the rundown. I suppose you can sort of guess why we’re called the Sleepover Club, can’t you? ’Cos we sleep over at each other’s houses, of course – duh! There’s me, Kenny (or you can call me Laura if you really want to wind me up), Frankie, Rosie, Lyndz and Fliss. You’ll figure us all out as we go along, I expect.

      Anyway, it was half-term, and we were sitting in the Proudloves’ garden. That’s Fliss’s family, if you didn’t know. She used to be called Sidebotham, poor thing – but now her mum’s remarried, thank goodness! We were having a sleepover at Fliss’s that night. Mind you, we’d be lucky if we got any sleep. Fliss’s mum has just had twins called Joe and Hannah, and they cry a lot. That’s why the Proudloves’ neighbours, the Watson-Wades (or the Grumpies, as we call them) had been moaning. Mrs Proudlove was really getting ratty about it, which was winding Fliss up – and when Fliss is wound up, the rest of the Sleepover Club really know about it! So I was trying to think how we could get our revenge.

      “We could climb over the fence and steal their fish!” I suggested with an evil grin. “That’d really annoy them.”

      We all looked over into the Grumpies’ garden. They had a really posh pond with gold and silver fish in it, and lots of plants around the edge. I don’t know if you remember because it was ages ago, but when we had a sleepover at Fliss’s once, we burnt a whole load of toast and chucked it over the fence into the Watson-Wades’ pond to get rid of it! They were not pleased.

      “And what would we do with the poor old fish?” Frankie asked. “And don’t say ‘eat them’!”

      Frankie’s a veggie, remember?

      “We’d be doing them a favour,” I pointed out. “We’d be saving them from the Watson-Wades!”

      “Honestly, they’re so grumpy, it just isn’t true,” Fliss groaned.

      “Who, the fish?” I joked. “They seem pretty laid back to me, just swimming around there!”

      “Oh, ha ha, Kenny, very funny.” Fliss gave me a shove. “No, the Watson-Wades, of course. They moan all the time!”

      “Yeah, it’s a real pain.” I winked at the others, who grinned. Fliss can moan for England herself if she puts her mind to it!

      “I mean, babies cry,” Fliss went on. “That’s what they do!”

      “And wet their nappies,” Frankie added.

      “And worse!” Lyndz said. She should know – she’s got two baby brothers.

      “Haven’t the Grumpies got a baby of their own anyway?” I asked.

      “Yeah.” Fliss put on this really СКАЧАТЬ