Sleepover Girls Go Gymtastic!. Fiona Cummings
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Название: Sleepover Girls Go Gymtastic!
Автор: Fiona Cummings
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Детская проза
isbn: 9780007389230
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And sure enough, as soon as she came in she started.
“I hope you’re working hard there baby sis, because those SATs papers are just the hardest thing ever!”
Molly sat hers last year so she reckons she knows everything about them now.
“And let’s be honest,” she carried on, “you’re not as clever as me, are you? I mean, you’ll never get the levels I got.”
She smiled a false sickly smile. “But you’ve got to do your best, you know. And I promised Mum and Dad that I’d keep an eye on you and make sure that you’re working hard. So no slacking now, Laura dearest. We can’t have you letting the McKenzie family down, can we?”
Sometimes I could quite happily stuff my sister down a dirty toilet and flush her round the U-bend. But instead I flashed her a sarcastic smile and gritted my teeth. I had to keep the peace and make sure that she didn’t find out about the competition, because if she did she’d make my life hell for sure.
The next morning I was bursting to tell the others about our chance to be famous. But I was kind of late for school, so they were already in the classroom when I managed to catch up with them.
“I’ve got some excellent news for you,” I garbled as I plonked myself down at our table.
“Have the SATs been cancelled?” whispered Fliss hopefully.
But before I could reply, Mrs Weaver turned her beady eyes on me.
“I am trying to get on with registration, if that’s all right with you, Laura?”
I absolutely HATE anybody using my real name, so I did my best impression of a very angry tomato.
After that there was no way that I could tell the others about the competition, especially as we had a maths test which we had to do in absolute silence. To be fair, I did try to give them as many clues as I could. Like drawing a picture of us on television on my paper. But they just thought I was doodling because I was bored. So ‘accidentally on purpose’ I dropped my rubber on the floor. And when I went to pick it up I did a weenie little handstand. Lyndz stared at me like I’d lost it completely, but Mrs Weaver was not impressed.
“Laura McKenzie, is there any particular reason for your foolish antics, or are you just too shy to ask me for the extra maths homework I am now going to give you?”
A ripple of giggles spread round the room.
At least the extra homework would be worth it when I told the others my news. They wouldn’t just be giggling then. Oh no, they’d be whooping and cheering, carrying me on their shoulders and telling me how they’d be grateful to me forever for making them stars. Well, I expected something like that anyway. Boy was I in for a surprise!
“Gymnastics?” Frankie shrieked when I’d told them all my news. “I don’t think so, Kenny. I mean, look at me. I don’t exactly look like a gymnast, do I? Gymnasts are small. I’d be laughed out of the place for looking like a freak.”
“But that’s exactly the point of the competition,” I assured her. “Gymnastics isn’t just for delicate little people…”
“Like me!” piped up Fliss.
“Yep, like you Fliss. It’s for everyone. They’re trying to get more people to join in and benefit from it. Oh come on, it’ll be fun. What do you think, Lyndz?”
Lyndz was looking pretty sick actually.
“I agree with Frankie,” she said. “You know that I’m hopeless at gym, Kenny. I even get stuck on forward rolls sometimes. And do you remember that time Mrs Weaver asked us to try a handstand and I lost my balance and crashed down on top of Alana Banana? She was so dazed everyone thought she had concussion. She was off school for ages.”
“But the presenter said each person only has to do a short solo performance, Lyndz,” I reassured her. “There must be lots of gymnastic-type balances and stuff you can do. And the rest of us can cover for you when we do the routine all together.”
“I suppose.” Lyndz shuffled her feet and didn’t sound too convinced.
“So Rosie-Posie, are you up for it?” I demanded.
Rosie smiled warily. “Yeah, I guess so. As long as it doesn’t interfere with SATs too much. I’ve promised Mum I’m going to work really hard for these tests.”
“When is the competition exactly?” Frankie wanted to know.
“Dunno,” I shrugged. “Ages away, I think. Anyway, wouldn’t it be great to have something to look forward to after the SATs? And in the meantime, practising for it will help us clear our minds a bit. What do you say?”
The others all looked at each other. Only Fliss was jumping about like she’d got ants in her pants.
“It’ll be so cool!” Fliss twittered. “This competition was made for me… I mean, us!”
I sighed. I just knew that that was because she thought she was little and perfect and would capture the judges’ hearts the moment they saw her. PUKE!
To be honest I was well cheesed off with the others. You’d think they could have mustered some enthusiasm when I was offering them the chance of stardom.
“Look guys, don’t you realise that if we win this thing, we actually get to star in our own TV programme?” I told them in exasperation. “And that’s not just going to be about gymnastics, is it? It’s going to be about us. Everybody will get to see us and we’ll be famous. Lyndz, they’ll probably film you at Mrs McAllister’s stables. You’ll be able to show everyone how much you love horses and you’ll be offered some top job where you can ride the best horses in the world all day. Isn’t that what you want?”
Lyndz’s eyes had begun to sparkle. She beamed and nodded.
“And Frankie, you’ll bowl everyone over with how witty and clever you are and no one will even notice that you’re as tall as a giraffe!”
Frankie batted me playfully on the arm. But I could see that she was beginning to realise what a mega-opportunity we were looking at here.
“And I’ll be spotted by a model agency, won’t I? It’s going to be totally cool!” Fliss gushed again. “It’s a brilliant idea, Kenny. Have you sent off for the factsheet yet? We’ve got to start planning everything. I mean, I’m brilliant at gymnastics, but you knew that, right? I’m sure I can teach you all a few moves, even you Lyndz.”
And with that she cartwheeled across the grass in front of us.
“Charming!” Lyndz tutted, but she was СКАЧАТЬ