Sleepover Club Eggstravaganza. Ginny Deals

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      Kenny and I rolled our eyes at each other. Fliss had absolutely no imagination.

      “Well, we could…er…we could…” I began, waving my arms around in search of inspiration.

      “We could copy the shape of a daffodil and maybe write the poem inside it?” offered Lyndz shyly.

      “Lyndsey Collins, you’re a genius!” roared Kenny, flinging her arms round all of us and launching into a little jig which had us all creased up within seconds.

      “Come, come, gels!” said Baloney reprovingly. “This is a library, not a…”

      “…circus, yes, we know Miss Balo—” As Lyndz began to choke with helpless laughter, Kenny quickly corrected herself. “Er, Miss Maloney I mean. Could you tell us where we can find the poem, please?”

      Lyndz’s desperate attempts not to giggle at Kenny’s mega gaffe had resulted in…you guessed it…HICCUPS. We all took it in turns to bash her on the back as we followed Baloney’s tall shape towards the Poetry section. She hiccuped the whole way through Baloney’s explanation about looking after library books and returning it by the end of the week, and – can you believe it? – was still hiccuping as we turned to leave.

      “Lyndsey Collins, this is a library, not a circus,” I said solemnly, which only made Lyndz worse.

      “Frankie, you’re not helping,” hissed Rosie. “Try holding your breath, Lyndz.”

      “Hold your breath and think of the moon,” said Fliss suddenly, as we emerged into the playground.

      “What?!” we all shrieked.

      “Fliss, you nutcase, how’s that supposed to work?” scoffed Kenny.

      Fliss shrugged her shoulders, all annoyed. “Don’t ask me. I just know that’s what Mum told Callum to do the other day, and his hiccups stopped.”

      “Phew – hic – so long as ali – hic – aliens don’t come into it,” quavered Lyndz. “Might as well give it a go.”

      She seized her wrist and closed her eyes. “Moon,” she began intoning. “Hic. Moon. Moon.”

      “Come on,” said Kenny, grabbing my hand. “Let’s go and get ourselves a daffodil.” And she dragged me over to the school flowerbed, leaving Fliss and Rosie making encouraging moon noises at Lyndz.

      “Hey, wait a sec,” I said, warning bells ringing. “What do you mean, get ourselves a daffodil? We aren’t allowed to pick any of these flowers, you know that. Anyway, what do you want an actual daffodil for?”

      “So we can copy it, of course!” groaned Kenny. “You can be dead thick sometimes, Franks. How else are we going to draw a good daffodil shape to write the poem in? They won’t miss one itsy-bitsy flower. See, there’s thousands of them!”

      “But…” I bleated anxiously. I had a really bad feeling about this.

      “Come on, Frankie! Stop being so wet!” scorned Kenny. “Look, there’s a perfect one over there.”

      She pointed at this gorgeous, velvety, trumpety yellow daffodil, sitting temptingly right in the middle of the flowerbed.

      “Just keep watch, will you?” Kenny said, and started moving purposefully towards her goal.

      “No Kenny, don’t…” I began.

      “Hey, that stupid idea of Fliss’s actually worked!” Rosie said, panting over to me, with Fliss and Lyndz following behind her. “I couldn’t believe…Er, what’s Kenny doing?”

      “Picking a daffodil,” I said wretchedly. “To copy.”

      Fliss took in the situation in one second flat, and turned papery-white. She hates getting into trouble. And this could really get us into trouble. “Kenny!” she screeched. “Don’t you dare! Mrs Poole will go mental!”

      Kenny was tiptoeing daintily across the flowerbed, her eyes firmly on the trophy daffodil in the middle. I stared around desperately, hoping that no members of staff would look over in this direction.

      Wait a second. What was going on? There were two familiar figures crouching down at the other end of the flowerbed. And it looked very much like they were about to…

      “Psst, Kenz!” I hissed. “M&M alert! Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

      Kenny turned. Her eyes narrowed into little Ninja slits when she saw Emma Hughes wrapping her grubby little fingers around the stem of a daffodil. “Why, the crawly creeps!” she breathed. “I’ll bet you my Leicester City scarf that they’re copying our idea!! I’ll bet they were hiding in the library when we were talking to Baloney – typical!”

      At that exact moment, Emma Hughes saw us. She jumped like she’d been stung (I wish), and came stomping over to us. We just stood and gawped as Kenny and Emma thrust their faces right up close to each other.

      “Hey, you copycat worm!” Emma stormed at Kenny. “Don’t you dare tell me you’re going to do that poem, I wander’d lonely as a—”

      “I might say the same of you, Queen Quasimodo!” hissed Kenny. “Can’t you ever think for yourself? We had the idea first!”

      “This was our idea first!” Emma spluttered, her hands balling up into fists. “So get out of it!”

      Emily Berryman and dozy old Alana ‘Banana’ Palmer came running up just then.

      “You tell her, Ems!” squealed Emily.

      “I’ll bet you anything Sausage Brain Baloney told the M&Ms exactly the same as she told us,” groaned Lyndz, chewing her fingernails anxiously and looking round the playground for any marauding teachers.

      “Duh! I didn’t know she was that stupid!” muttered Rosie.

      “Well…no one said anything to Baloney about it being a secret,” Fliss pointed out.

      “Well, now look! We’ve got a serious situation on our hands here, guys,” I moaned, twisting great handfuls of hair up in my hands.

      Then, if you can believe it, things got worse. Kenny reached down and grabbed her trophy daffodil, pulling it right up by the roots and waving it in Emma’s face.

      “Well, I’m the first to pick a daffodil, so I think you could say we’re the winners on this one, Emma!” she said triumphantly.

      “Oh yeah?” shouted Emma, enraged. And bent down and grabbed TWO!

      Three, four, seven, ten daffodils…Kenny and Emma just kept picking the flowers likethey were mad or something. It all became a blur of yellow, white and orange – and earth showered down from the flower roots as they got madder and madder, grabbing flowers left, right and centre.

      “I’VE…GOT…MORE…THAN…YOU!” panted Kenny.

      “NO…WAY…JOSE!!!” СКАЧАТЬ