The Sleepover Club Sleep Out. Narinder Dhami

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      “It’s your turn to use the computer.” Mrs Weaver had to raise her voice because everyone else was already moving round, collecting their work from their lockers. “You’d better get on with that story you started last week.”

      “OK, Miss.” I was well pleased. I love using the computer. The only thing is, it’s over the other side of the classroom, right next to the M&Ms’ table.

      “Hey, Emily,” Emma said as I walked past them to get to the computer, “have you noticed that there’s a really horrible smell around here?”

      “Oh, p-lease!” I said, sitting down at the computer desk. “I think I’ve heard that one before. You two have got no imagination!”

      The M&Ms both turned red.

      “You think you’re so clever, don’t you!” Emma spluttered.

      I grinned at her.

      “By the way, Mrs Weaver’s watching you two,” I said under my breath.

      The M&Ms both jumped, looked scared and quickly opened their maths books. I nearly died laughing. Mrs Weaver was actually writing on the blackboard, and had her back to the class.

      “One up to me!” I said, and I licked my finger and drew a ‘I’ in the air. Then I turned my back on the Gruesome Twosome, and switched the computer on. I could hear them muttering to each other behind me, but I ignored them.

      I found my work, and read through what I’d already written. It was a really ace story about the Loch Ness monster, and I was looking forward to finishing it and reading it at the sleepover tonight. It was so bloodthirsty, it would probably frighten Fliss into fits!

      After a quarter-of-an-hour, though, I’d only written three words. Three words! At this rate I wouldn’t finish the story till next Christmas. The trouble was, it was impossible to concentrate. Everyone was supposed to be working quietly, but they were so excited about the museum sleepover, that they just couldn’t stop talking about it. However hard Mrs Weaver tried, she couldn’t shut the class up. To make things worse, one of the maths groups was measuring all the furniture in the classroom, and they kept accidentally whacking each other with the metre sticks, like actors in a silent movie.

      Like I said, it was impossible to concentrate. But I can always concentrate better when I’m using the computer if I’m eating at the same time. That was when I remembered the Opal Fruits in my jacket in the cloakroom. There were a couple of lime-green ones in there with my name on them! My mouth began to water.

      I looked round. Mrs Weaver had disappeared into the book cupboard, and Ryan Scott and his sidekick Danny McCloud were fighting a duel with their metre sticks. No-one would notice if I just ducked out for a moment, and got my sweets. No, of course we aren’t supposed to leave the classroom without permission, but then we’re not supposed to eat sweets in class either!

      “Where’re you going?” Fliss asked as I sprinted over to the classroom door. That girl’s got eyes in the back of her head, I swear.

      “To get my Opal Fruits,” I muttered, one eye fixed firmly on the book cupboard.

      “Have you asked Mrs Weaver?” Fliss said sternly.

      “Oh, sure,” I said, “like I really want a detention that much.”

      “But, Kenny—” Fliss began, looking shocked. I ignored her. I was out, and back inside the classroom with my Opal Fruits hidden up my sleeve in one minute flat. Fliss looked outraged, but I winked at the others, who started laughing. Mrs Weaver had come out of the book cupboard, but she was busy examining Danny McCloud’s eye where Ryan Scott had poked him with the metre stick, so she didn’t notice me. I hurried back to the computer, and sat down. And that was when I got a BIG shock.

      The first thing I saw was that my story had gone. Vanished. In its place was just one sentence. A single sentence repeated over and over again, from the top of the computer screen right down to the bottom.

       Mrs Weaver stinks.

      My jaw hit the floor. I was so shocked, I sat there staring at the computer screen, wondering what had happened. Then I realised in a flash – the M&Ms! Those nasty little nerds had done this. I just hoped I could get my story back, but first I had to get rid of the stuff on-screen before anyone saw it. I reached for the mouse, but I was already too late. I heard a voice behind me.

      “How are you getting on, Kenny?”

      It was Mrs Weaver. She looked at the screen, and then looked again as if she couldn’t believe her eyes.

      There was silence for a few moments. Somehow the rest of the class picked up that something was going on, and gradually they went quiet too, until there was a horrible silence in the whole of the room. And during that silence, the words on the screen seemed to be growing, getting bigger and bigger and blacker and blacker.

      “Well, I’m surprised at you, Laura,” Mrs Weaver said at last, and I could tell from her voice how annoyed she was. She didn’t usually call me Laura, but this time I wasn’t about to argue. “If that’s how you want to waste your time, then you’d better make up for it in detention today. Now clear that rubbish off the screen, and get back to your table.”

      “But, Miss, I didn’t write that,” I began, and then I stopped. I couldn’t say that the M&Ms had set me up while I went out of class (without permission) to get sweets I wasn’t supposed to be eating, could I? I’d still be in trouble, whatever.

      Mrs Weaver just looked at me, and walked off. I deleted all the writing, and switched the computer off. Behind me the M&Ms were giggling and nudging each other, but I ignored them, and went back to my table.

      The rest of the Sleepover Club looked as shocked as I felt. Fliss was nearly crying, and Frankie, Rosie and Lyndz were as white as ghosts. As for me, I was so angry, I was boiling. I could have gone right back across the classroom, grabbed Emma Hughes and shaken her until she owned up.

      “It was the M&Ms, right?” Frankie whispered in my ear as I sat down next to her. “What did they do?”

      “Deleted my story, and wrote Mrs Weaver stinks. A zillion times.” I glanced across the classroom at the M&Ms. They were smirking, and patting each other on the back. Emma saw me looking, and she licked her finger and drew a ‘1’ in the air. I clenched my fists.

      “Keep cool, Kenny,” Frankie said anxiously. “Don’t let her get to you.”

      “The rotten pigs!” said Lyndz. “We’re not going to let them get away with that, are we?”

      I shook my head. “No way,” I muttered. “It’s about time the M&Ms learned that they can’t mess the Sleepover Club around.”

      

      “Look, we’ve got to decide what we’re going to do,” Frankie said, for about the zillionth time. “If we don’t get our own back, the M&Ms’ll never let us forget it.”

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