Pony Passion. Harriet Castor

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      Now Frankie leant forward and said more quietly, “It’s beads, actually. Gran brought me this big bag of them, and they’re amazing. Like jewels. They’re all different colours, and some of them have got glitter under the surface so they’re really sparkly. Some have tiny patterns painted on them too.”

      “Wow!” said Fliss.

      Kenny groaned. “Yawn, more like,” she said. “I thought it was going to be something exciting, Thomas.” Kenny’s not really into clothes and girlie stuff. She’d wear her Leicester City football top every day if she could.

      But Frankie wasn’t put off. “And I’ve had the best idea,” she said. “What if we make bracelets for each other? Special bracelets that only members of the Sleepover Club can wear!”

      “Pledges of our undying friendship,” said Fliss grandly.

      “Hey, yeah!” said Rosie. “And we could always wear them and never take them off,” Rosie continued. “Oh, except for school.” We’re not allowed to wear jewellery, worse luck.

      “All the time except school, then,” I said. “It’s a majorly fab idea, Frankie. Have you brought the beads in? Can we do it today?”

      “I didn’t want to risk it with those two lamebrains around,” she said, jerking her thumb in the direction of the M&Ms. “And in any case, I thought I’d save them cos Mum and Dad said I can have a sleepover.”

      “Now, that’s more like it!” said Kenny, grinning. “This weekend?”

      Frankie shook her head. “Gran’ll still be here and it’ll be too much of a squash, Mum says. How about a week on Saturday? If everyone comes round in the afternoon we could make the bracelets and maybe watch a video, too.”

      “Hey, we should watch Hannah Montana – you know, she wears bracelets!” said Fliss. “I could bring my dvds.” Fliss has every Hannah Montana dvd video there’s ever been. I reckon she must know all the episodes off by heart.

      “I’m there – guaranteed!” I said.

      “Me too!” said Rosie.

      “Can my bracelet be pink?” said Fliss eagerly. “Who’s going to make it for me?”

      At that moment Mrs Weaver, our teacher, came in. “Settle down, everyone,” she shouted, clapping her hands.

      “We can sort that out later,” Frankie said to Fliss, stepping on to my chair and then clambering over on to her desk.

      “Francesca Thomas, this is not a mountaineering class!” shouted Mrs Weaver, sounding cross already.

      It was a sign of things to come. Weaver had obviously got out of bed on the wrong side that morning, and the slightest bit of cheek from Danny or chattering at the back had her looking all purse-lipped and thundery. Honestly, it’s such a downer when teachers are like that, don’t you think? School is bad enough – they could at least try to make it nicer for us by being in a good mood!

      She cheered up a bit after the register, though, when she started telling us about a new project she wanted us to work on in our history lessons.

      “Who’s been to Cuddington library recently?” she asked first.

      The M&Ms stuck their hands up. They’re such goody-goodies, it’s enough to make you sick.

      “And did you notice anything new there, Emma?” said Mrs Weaver.

      Emma Hughes looked puzzled. “Er…books?” she said.

      Behind me, I heard Kenny snort. “Books?” she muttered. “In a library? Omigosh, how shocking!”

      Well, that set me off giggling, and once I start I’m a lost cause, my dad says. I was trying to listen to what Mrs Weaver was saying, concentrating on how unfunny it was.

      “I expect they do have some new books, but that’s not what I was thinking of, Emma.”

      But all the time I was quaking and shaking, and feeling that if I didn’t let these giggles out I was going to…

      “Hic!”

      Too late! The hiccups had started. I had to put my head on the desk to try and hide. Behind me I could hear Frankie and Kenny spluttering and snorting. The mad thing was, it hadn’t even been that funny.

      “Lyndsey Collins, whatever is the matter?”

      Uh-oh. Frankie always says I should be in the Guinness Book of Records for having the loudest, squeakiest hiccups in the world. Not handy when you’re trying to hide.

      I lifted my head. “Noth-hic-ing, Mrs Weaver.”

      “What have I just been saying?”

      “Um, about the, hic, library having something new, and it’s not new, hic, books…” I was so desperate to laugh, my voice had gone all wobbly.

      Mrs Weaver was not amused. “Come and sit over here,” she said, pointing to an empty desk right in front of her.

      “But Mrs, hic—”

      “Now.” There was no arguing with that tone of voice. It made my hiccups disappear in an instant. I got up and shuffled to the front of the class.

      Well, that was the cause of the whole disaster. If I’d been sitting in my usual place I wouldn’t have done it. Rosie would have grabbed my arm in the nick of time, or Kenny would’ve tackled me from behind.

      At first everything was OK. Mrs Weaver explained about our projects and I just sat there with a cricked neck, staring up her nose.

      “Our projects are going to be about Victorian life,” she said, “and the library has an exhibition on at the moment about Leicestershire in Victorian times. We’ll go and have a look at it tomorrow – if you can all behave yourselves.” When she said this she peered down at me. “I want you to get into groups, and each take a different topic for your project. There are six topics, so you may as well stay in the same groups you were in for science yesterday.”

      This was way cool. Yesterday the five of us Sleepover Clubbers had been in a group by ourselves, which doesn’t always happen. I turned round and grinned at the others. Frankie gave me a big thumbs-up and Kenny winked.

      Mrs Weaver grabbed her marker pen and wrote the six topics on the board. Then she stuck pictures cut from newspapers and magazines next to each one. Next to ‘Houses and Homes’ there was a grand old house with big windows. Next to ‘Sports and Pastimes’ there was a footballer, with an old-fashioned haircut and funny big shorts. ‘Costume’ had a lady in a long dress beside it, probably from one of those Sunday night dramas on the telly, and ‘Animals’ had a really cute-looking dog. Next to ‘Schools’ there was a man with enormous whiskers holding a book. He looked twice as grumpy as Mrs Weaver on a bad day – scary!

      But ‘Transport’ was what really caught my attention, because next to that there was a beautiful chestnut pony, with a white stripe down its nose. And, in case you didn’t know already, I am just crazy about ponies!

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