Mega Sleepover 4. Narinder Dhami
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Название: Mega Sleepover 4
Автор: Narinder Dhami
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Детская проза
isbn: 9780007397693
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I know it sounds really petty, but I didn’t want to buy her the earrings that she liked, just because she’d hinted that she wanted them. That would have felt like she’d won. I was determined to give her something different. And I wanted to make it myself, just to prove that I could.
I rummaged about under my bed. I was bound to find something useful there. I found piles of old football magazines, a couple of stinky socks which didn’t match, a baby’s dummy (I have no idea where that came from) and a length of clear plastic tubing. I couldn’t remember where I’d found the tubing, it was just something that I thought might come in useful one day!
I didn’t think Fliss would be very impressed by hand puppets made out of the socks. And I wasn’t going to sacrifice my football magazines for anybody. I picked up the tubing. It was so long that I could use it as a skipping rope. It was ages since I’d skipped. It was pretty cool!
“Watch it! You’ll go through the floor!” snarled Molly-the-Monster as she came into the room. “What is that anyway?”
“Plastic tubing,” I said showing it to her.
She wrapped it around her waist, then draped it around her neck.
“What do you want it for?” she asked, looking at herself in the mirror.
“Dunno. Something,” I shrugged.
“If you decide you don’t want it, I’ll have it,” she said, and slammed the door behind her as she went out.
That settled it. If Molly thought that the tubing was worth having, then I was going to keep it for Fliss’s present.
I still wasn’t sure what I was going to do with it though. I had some glitter left from the card I’d made for my Artist’s Badge. I held the tubing so there was only a short length, and poured some glitter into it. It looked brilliant, even if I say so myself. It was exactly the kind of thing that Fliss loves. So that’s when I decided to make her some glittery bracelets for her present.
When I had finished, I was well pleased with my efforts. Even Fliss should be kind of impressed. And no way would she ever suspect me of making the bracelets.
So then there was a long boring week until the Friday when we all met up again at Lyndz’s for the great birthday cake bake. And what an event that turned out to be.
If I’m honest, I wasn’t looking forward to the cooking party at Lyndz’s. I enjoy being with the others and everything. And Lyndz’s mum is great. It’s just cooking! You know what I’m saying?
Frankie had organised which cake ingredients we should each take to Lyndz’s. I had the huge responsibility of providing the flour.
“You do know that it’s self-raising flour we need, don’t you Kenny?” Frankie asked over the phone.
“You mean it can lift itself off the shelf, all by itself?” I asked really innocently.
“You are joking, right?” she asked.
“Of course I am, dummy!” I laughed. “I may not be into baking, but I think I know what kind of flour we need for a cake!”
So, on Friday afternoon, I arrived at Lyndz’s armed with a bag of flour. I thought that at least if things got really bad, I could make flour bombs with it. Although I don’t think Lyndz’s mum would have been too thrilled about that.
I was the last to arrive. The others were already in the kitchen with their hair tied back and their pinnies on. Aw, sweet!
“Here she is! Our vital ingredient!” laughed Lyndz’s mum when she saw me.
“That’s me!” I said. “You can’t do anything without Laura McKenzie!”
I put the bag of flour down on the work surface next to the butter, the sugar, the icing sugar and the eggs.
“Have you got an apron?” Lyndz’s mum asked me. The others spluttered with laughter.
“Kenny? Wearing an apron? You must be joking!”
“I hope you don’t spoil your football shirt,” said Lyndz’s mum seriously.
“How can she spoil it when it already looks like an old dishcloth?” asked Frankie. I strutted around the kitchen as though I was modelling an expensive ball-gown in a fashion show.
Then the others went into Delia Smith mode. (I’m not going to bore you with all the details. Baking a cake isn’t the most exciting thing in the world. I’ll just give you ‘Kenny’s edited highlights’ of the afternoon, which is all you really need to know.)
After the others had weighed out the butter and sugar and put them into a bowl, Lyndz asked her mum if we could use the electric whisk.
“Yes, but be careful. Are your hands dry?” She felt all our hands. “OK. Turn it on at the mains, then turn the whisk on gently to start with and keep the beaters in the bowl. Whilst one of you does that, someone else can be breaking those two eggs into a bowl. Careful not to let any shells in. When you’ve done that give them a good whizz together with a fork. Now that’s you lot sorted, you haven’t seen Spike anywhere have you?”
Spike is Lyndz’s baby brother. I think even I would have noticed if a baby had been crawling around the kitchen floor.
“Let me have a go! Please can I use the whisk?” begged Fliss.
“What are you like Fliss?” asked Frankie. “Is using an electric whisk the biggest thrill of your life?”
Fliss does tend to get a bit excited about weird stuff like whisks!
“This is cool!” she laughed.
Lyndz’s mum disappeared again on the track of Spike. It’s usually quite easy to find him: you just follow the trail of biscuit crumbs.
I was getting a bit bored. Fliss looked very serious. The temptation was too much. I sneaked up behind her and, yelling “Gotcha!”, I tickled her under the arms. Fliss jumped a mile and forgot that she was holding the whisk. She lifted it out of the bowl and mixture flew everywhere.
“Turn it off!” yelled Frankie, who almost dropped the bowl of eggs she was beating.
“I can’t!” shouted Fliss who seemed to have completely lost control.
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