Mega Sleepover 2. Narinder Dhami
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Название: Mega Sleepover 2
Автор: Narinder Dhami
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Детская проза
isbn: 9780007406845
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“Honest?” said Fliss, she couldn’t believe her ears. “Won’t your mum mind?”
“No,” said Rosie. “It’ll be fine.”
Fliss started to grin. “You’re my best friend ever!” she told Rosie.
“Oh, please,” I said. Kenny rolled her eyes, Rosie went bright red.
Then Fliss hugged her, which made her even redder. Rosie’s still a bit shy of us. She’s quite new to our club. She only moved into Cuddington last summer and into our class when we came back after the summer holidays. At first she seemed a bit of a sad case, but then we found out why.
Rosie’s dad had left them a few weeks after they moved in, because he’d met someone else. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he’d started to do the house up but then just left them in the middle of it. It looked a bit like a building site, really.
That’s why Rosie wouldn’t let us sleepover at hers, because everywhere was in a mess, especially her bedroom. We kept telling her it didn’t matter and in the end she changed her mind. She gave us these neat invitations. Adam did them for her on his computer. I’ve still got mine. Do you want to see it?
I was really looking forward to it because Rosie’s house is ever so big with lots of rooms. Some of them are only used for storing stuff, which means loads of places to hide and make dens. It’s magic. In fact I couldn’t decide which I was more excited about: the Pet Show or the sleepover. Now we’d got the hamster to cheer Fliss up, we were all looking forward to it.
But we might have known the M&Ms would have to go and spoil everything.
We were sitting in our places, supposed to be practising for a spelling test. Suddenly something dive-bombed our table and landed in Kenny’s lap. We knew straight away where it had come from. We looked over and saw the dreaded M&Ms giggling to themselves. It was one of their letters.
When we’re at war with them they send us the meanest letters they can think of. So we send them nasty letters back. Well, you would, wouldn’t you? They print them on the computer so we can’t recognise their writing, which is a bit pointless because we know very well it’s them and they know very well it’s us writing back.
Kenny started to unfold it.
“What does it say?” Fliss squeaked.
“Give me a chance.” She smoothed it out and read it aloud to us. “To our enemies. We are watching you. Don’t think you’ll get away with this. We have put a spell on you. Goodbye forever, Horrible Stinkers.”
“What a cheek!” said Lyndz. “We don’t stink.”
“Right,” I said, “after the spelling test we’ll ask to go on the computer.”
While Mrs Weaver was busy hearing readers, we wrote back to them:
Dear Ugly Mugs,
We hope you both slip down a drain or
fall in a bowl of sick. There’s no way
you will win tomorrow. We’ll make sure
of that. Have a horrible day, Poshfaces.
It’s funny really, because that is what happened. Not the bit about them falling down the drain or in a bowl of sick, but about them not winning. When we wrote it we didn’t have a plan or anything. It was just one of those things you say. And then, when we met them on the way home from school, we said it again. Afterwards we wished we hadn’t, because it all turned out to be true.
But hang on, before I tell you about that, let’s look for Pepsi in the park, there’s a few bushes she likes digging around. I can’t see her anywhere yet, can you?
Oh, blow. Not a sign. Now where can we try?
I know: the other place she likes is the canal. I’m not allowed to go there on my own, but Dad and I often walk her there. We could go as far as the bridge next to the pub, you can see a long way down on to the towpath from there.
Come on and I’ll tell you what happened next.
By the time we’d collected up all Gazza’s bits and pieces, we were a bit late leaving school. Rosie put Gazza into his carrying cage and then we helped her carry everything round to her house. We were already loaded down with PE kit, lunchboxes, and school bags. So we must have looked like a travelling circus when we came round the corner of Mostyn Avenue, which is a couple of roads away from Welby Drive, where Rosie lives. Walking towards us were the gruesome M&Ms and who do you think was with them? Only Ryan Scott and Danny McCloud, two horrible boys from our class. That was all we needed.
“Oh, look, it’s the Famous Five,” said Emma Hughes.
“Which one’s the dog?” said Ryan Scott. He thinks he’s so funny.
“Ruff, ruff. Here, girls,” shouted Danny McCloud, “fetch a stick.” And he broke a whole branch off a tree by the side of the road and threw it at us. Good job for him he missed.
“Oh, very clever,” I said. But they’d both started now, whistling and calling us good dogs and silly things like that. Fliss looked like a boiled beetroot with embarrassment. Fliss actually likes Ryan Scott; she says she wants to marry him! She is so weird.
We just kept on walking, pretending we couldn’t hear them, but they followed us.
“Dogs are supposed to be kept on a lead,” shouted Ryan Scott.
“I’ve got a good idea,” said Emma Hughes, “they could enter each other for the Pet Show. That way they might win.”
“Well, you’re not gonna win, that’s for sure,” said Kenny.
“That’s what you think,” said The Goblin.
“That’s what we know,” said Rosie.
“And how are you going to stop us?” said The Queen.
“Don’t you worry, we have our ways,” I said, mysteriously.
We all smiled at each other, as if we’d got this big secret that they knew nothing about. We walked off down the road.
“What ways?” Emma Hughes shouted after us.
“You’ll find out,” Kenny called back to her. Then we carried on down the road trying to ignore the fact that those two stupid dodos were still whistling us to come and the gruesome M&Ms were giggling at them as if they were the funniest things on legs.
Fliss turned to Kenny, “How are we going to stop them?”
Kenny shrugged. “Don’t ask me,” she said, “ask СКАЧАТЬ