TV Stars!. Fiona Cummings

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      â€œLook at that!” said Fliss, hopping around from foot to foot as she read it. “Don’t you see? It’s a sign! I wanted to go to a drama class and suddenly there’s one right here on our doorstep! We’ve got to go to it! It’s going to make me a star!”

      â€œHang on a minute!” insisted Kenny. “What’s all this we business? It’s you who wants to be the actress. You’re on your own!”

      Fliss pouted and made her eyes all big and wide. She’s always doing stuff like that to make people feel sorry for her, but it doesn’t usually work with us.

      â€œActually, it might be a laugh,” admitted Frankie. “My gran’s always calling me a ‘little actress’. It might be kind of fun to go to a proper drama class.”

      â€œWell I’ve always fancied being a TV presenter, and I guess a few drama lessons might help,” said Rosie. “Then I might get a big break myself and end up presenting Blue Peter. That would be so cool!”

      â€œThe point is that going to drama class would be good for all of us,” said Fliss seriously. “Come on, let’s all go, it’ll be great! Please? Pretty, pretty per-lease?”

      Before we had time to decide, Brown Owl came in and we had to get into our packs. The poster definitely gave us a lot to think about, though. Fliss, Frankie and Rosie all seemed really keen on the idea of going to drama classes, and I was certain that Kenny would go too – she’ll do anything for a laugh. I wasn’t sure that it was exactly my kind of thing, but was I going to miss out? No way!

      After the Brownie meeting Fliss was still excited about the drama class.

      â€œYou will all be able to go, won’t you?” she kept asking.

      â€œOh Fliss, give it a rest!” groaned Frankie. “We’ll ask when we get home. OK?”

      I knew that Mum and Dad wouldn’t mind me going, as long as it didn’t affect my school work. As it was kind of near the end of term anyway, I couldn’t see that happening. Unfortunately my stupid brothers found out about the drama class too, and wouldn’t stop taking the mickey out of me.

      â€œYou might get a part in one of those vet programmes,” suggested Stuart my eldest brother, who helps out on the local farm whenever he can.

      â€œYeah, as one of the animals!” laughed Tom. He’s fourteen, so you’d think he might be a bit more mature than that. Listening to Ben and Spike laugh, you’d think he’d cracked the funniest joke ever. But I suppose when you’re four like Ben, anything’s funny – and Spike is only a baby, so he doesn’t know any better.

      Still, their endless teasing about me trying to act really got on my nerves, and I thought about not going to the drama class after all. Of course I didn’t, because when I saw the others the next day they were still all really up for it and we always tend to do stuff together.

      So the next week, on Wednesday 26th May, we found ourselves at St. Mark’s Church Hall in Cuddington, not really knowing what to expect. But you know what? It was the start of one of our craziest adventures yet!