Mega Sleepover 4. Narinder Dhami

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      Still, we could have a sleepover there another time. I wanted the tenth birthday one at my place.

      “OK, I’m like the rest of you. I’d like you all to come to my place,” admitted Frankie. “My room’s large, my parents are cool and we’ve always had pretty great sleepovers there in the past haven’t we?”

      “Are you saying that the sleepovers everywhere else weren’t much cop?” I asked. “What’s wrong with my place?”

      “Molly-the-Monster?” Frankie laughed. The others groaned. My stupid sister spoils all my fun.

      “How can we decide on where to have it, if we all want it at our own place?” Fliss grumbled. “It’s got to be fair!”

      “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I moaned. Sometimes I get sick of Fliss going on about what’s fair all the time.

      “Just because you don’t like doing the same things as the rest of us, doesn’t mean that you can criticise us all the time,” Fliss suddenly turned on me. “And have you ever thought that it might be you who’s a bit weird for wanting to get all muddy and stinky rather than wearing make-up and having your hair nice?”

      Well that was a shock! Fliss wasn’t usually so aggressive.

      “I’m just not into all that sissy stuff,” I said.

      “Sissy? That’s not fair!” screeched Fliss.

      “Fair! Is that all you ever talk about?” I shouted.

      And suddenly we were at each other’s throats again. This tenth birthday sleepover party looked doomed before the start! But I do admit that this time it was my fault.

      “OK. Time out!” shouted Sergeant Major Francesca Thomas. “Have you two any idea what you look like? It’s pathetic!”

      Fliss and I stopped yelling and looked at each other. Her face was bright red and she looked mad! I must have looked like that too, because when we caught sight of each other we just cracked out laughing.

      There was a knock at the door.

      “I told mum that I’d need danger money to come into a room full of weird women!” Stuart, Lyndz’s eldest brother, carried in a tray of orange juice and biscuits.

      “Come on Lyndz. Shift some of this stuff from your desk. This tray is heavy you know.” Lyndz is nearly as untidy as I am. There was so much stuff piled on her desk that when she tried to move it, it fell on to the floor.

      “Hey what’s this?” asked Rosie, picking something up.

      “Oh that’s just a card I’m working on for my Artist’s Badge at Brownies,” said Lyndz taking it from her.

      “Oh no! I’d forgotten!” gasped Rosie. “I’ll have to start planning it tonight. What else do we have to make? Is it a bookmark?”

      “Or a poster,” said Fliss.

      I hadn’t even thought about what I was going to make, and the Badge Tester was coming to Brownies the following Thursday.

      “That’s it!” shrieked Frankie, grabbing me by the shoulders. “I’ve done it again! I am a genius!”

      “Oi! Let go of me Big Head!” I gasped. “What cunning plan have you thought of now?”

      “Well,” spluttered Frankie. “We’re all doing the Artist’s Badge right? If we all design a birthday card for the Sleepover Club, then get the Tester to decide which one is the best, whoever designed the best card gets to hold the tenth birthday sleepover party. I told you I was clever didn’t I?”

      Frankie was talking so fast that all her words had fallen over each other. So it took the rest of us a little while to work out what she had said. But when we did, we had to admit that the girl’s got brains.

      Of course, we still had the problem of deciding exactly what we were going to do at this party. But first we were all determined to win the competition.

      

      After Frankie had had her brainwave we were all eager to get home to design our creative masterpieces. The trouble is that I’m about as good at drawing as an elephant is at roller-skating. If we’d been competing for something like the Athlete’s Badge, then I would have started putting up the party streamers. As it was, I knew that I would be going somewhere else for the tenth birthday sleepover party. The question was, where?

      My money was on Lyndz winning the competition. She’s brilliant at making things. I can sort of see things in my head, but when I try to put my ideas down on paper, they come out all wrong. Lyndz seems to have good ideas, and be able to carry them out. Fliss is very prissy and fussy about things. They never quite turn out as she expected them to, but they are always very neat and tidy. And adults always like that don’t they?

      Frankie is a bit hit-and-miss. Once in art at school, she made this really great dinosaur out of papier-mâché. It was wicked. It stood outside Mrs Poole’s office for weeks. Parents would come into school and stand for ages admiring it, like it was by some famous sculptor or something. Then the next time Frankie made a model it was worse than one of those piles of junk you bring home when you’re in nursery class. She can be weird like that. You never know what to expect.

      I’d never really seen much that Rosie had made. Her last sleepover invitation was pretty neat. But Adam had helped her design it on the computer, so that didn’t really count. All I knew for sure was that although I had tried my best with my birthday card, it wasn’t going to be good enough to win our competition.

      We all met up at Frankie’s house a couple of days before Brownies. All the others seemed very confident that their card was going to be the best. But everybody acted like their design was the biggest secret in the universe. Frankie had even asked her father to lock hers away in his filing cabinet. I ask you, how ridiculous can you get?

      “If it’s a birthday sleepover, are we going to buy presents?” asked Lyndz.

      “Oh, we’ve got to, I love presents!” said Fliss. “This is great. It means we’ll all have two birthdays. Like the Queen.”

      “Hang on one second!” I said, putting on a cheesy American accent. “I mean I love you guys and everything, but I have a serious shortage of dosh. You know what I’m saying?”

      “Me too,” admitted Rosie. “I never seem to have any money.”

      Frankie and Lyndz agreed.

      A brainwave suddenly hit me:

      “Why don’t we just give one present each? We don’t need to buy it either, we could make it,” I said. “I’m sure I could knock something up out of СКАЧАТЬ