Mega Sleepover 7: Summer Collection. Narinder Dhami

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      “Yeah? Well, you’re the only one of us who wants to make friends with them after what they did!” And I looked round at the others.

      Lyndz had gone a bit pink, and was clearing her throat and shuffling her feet.

      “Um – me and Elena sort of got talking last night too,” she confessed.

      “What!” I glared at her. “What did she say?”

      “She said she wished we were all friends again,” Lyndz muttered, “But that Maria and some of the others were still mad at us.”

      “There you are then!” I said triumphantly, as Mrs Weaver began to round everyone up to take us over to the sports field. “They don’t like us and we don’t like them!”

      Lyndz and Fliss looked doubtful, and so did Frankie and Rosie! I was really beginning to lose my cool now.

      “Well, if Isabella and Elena want to be friends,” Frankie said slowly, “maybe we should all give it a go—”

      “No way!” I cut in firmly. “Look what they did to us – they can’t get away with that!” Secretly I was a bit annoyed that Maria hadn’t said she wanted to make friends with me again. We’d got on really well in Spain… But if she was going to be mean, then so was I – and I could be a lot meaner than she could! “Anyway,” I went on, “we don’t want to be mates with them while they’re hanging round with the M&Ms, do we?”

      The others shook their heads, although Lyndz and Fliss still looked a bit uncertain.

      “Come on, line up in twos, please,” Mrs Weaver called. “When we get to the field, I want you sitting in rows ready for your races, just like we practised last week.”

      We all lined up by the classroom door. Rosie went over to get something from her locker – and I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw Anna go over to talk to her! They were smiling at each other too! So when Rosie came back to line up, I pounced on her straightaway.

      “What did Anna say to you?”

      “Er – she just wished me good luck,” Rosie muttered, looking embarrassed.

      “Oh, don’t tell me – you and Anna are big buddies again!” I said sarcastically. I was pleased to see that it looked like Maria was telling Anna off for speaking to Rosie too! At this rate, there wouldn’t be any contest if everyone started being mates again… Deep down I wasn’t sure if I was glad or sorry. But if Maria wasn’t giving in, then neither was I!

      The rest of the school was already out on the field by the time our class got there. There were lots of parents there too, sitting on chairs next to the track so that they got a good view. There was a refreshments stall, and a little platform where Mrs Poole stood to present the prizes at the end.

      “There’s my mum!” Fliss started waving madly at Mrs Sidebotham, who was sitting next to Mrs Thomas, Frankie’s mum. Mrs Thomas was a few months pregnant, and a bump was beginning to show.

      “Save your energy for the skipping race, Fliss!” I told her.

      The first race for our year was the girls’ sprint. I was in that, and so was Frankie. So were Maria and Pilar! I nudged Frankie as they lined up next to us.

      “Go for it, Franks!” I whispered. Frankie was faster than me, and I reckoned she could easily beat Pilar and Maria too! But if I could get second place, I’d win a prize too. That would put us ahead in the contest right from the start!

      “You have no chance!” Maria said as we waited for Mrs Weaver to blow her whistle. “We beat the trousers off you!”

      “You mean beat the pants off us!” I corrected her. “And you won’t, so dream on!”

      “On your marks!” Mrs Weaver shouted. “Get set!” And then she blew the whistle. Frankie shot off like a bullet from a gun, and she was halfway down the track before I’d even moved. I ran as fast as I could, but Pilar overtook me easily, although she couldn’t catch Frankie. I could hear Fliss, Rosie and Lyndz cheering me on, and I tried even harder, but I couldn’t overtake Pilar. Then I heard footsteps behind me – Maria was catching me up!

      I had to really push it to stay ahead of her. Frankie got to the tape first, followed by Pilar and I was third – with Maria about a millimetre behind me! Panting hard, I slapped Frankie on the back.

      “Nice one! We got two prizes – that means we’re in the lead!”

      “You were lucky!” Maria snapped. “We beat you in the next race!” And she stormed off.

      “Well done, Frankie,” Pilar said quickly, before she ran off after Maria.

      Frankie looked surprised. “That was nice of her,” she said.

      “Don’t you go all soft on me!” I said crossly, giving her a shove.

      There were some other races next, involving some of the other kids, so we sat and watched. Then it was time for our year again. It was the sack race, and Rosie and Isabella were taking part in it.

      “Watch out for Ryan Scott, Rosie-Posie!” I told her as Rosie lined up inside her sack. It was a mixed race so there were boys and girls in it together. “He’s pretty fast.”

      “Yeah, he can jump like a frog!” Frankie added with a grin.

      “He looks like one too!” I said under my breath, and we all giggled.

      “Hey, I heard that!” Ryan shouted, poking me in the back.

      “On your marks!” Mrs Weaver called.

      “I wonder if Isabella’s any good at sack racing?” Lyndz said as we waited for the whistle to blow.

      “She’s got no chance against Rosie!” I said confidently.

      The race began. We were all yelling and cheering loudly for Rosie, but although she was jumping along so fast she was purple in the face, we could see that she wasn’t going to win. Ryan Scott was leaping along in front of everyone else, and he was miles ahead. Emma Hughes was second, and Danny McCloud was third, close behind her!

      I groaned. “We haven’t got a chance of winning a prize!”

      “Well, neither has Isabella!” Frankie pointed out. Isabella was ahead of Rosie, but she was only in fourth place.

      Then, all of a sudden, Ryan Scott tried to jump too far. He fell forward and landed flat on his face! Emma Hughes began grinning, thinking that she was going to win, when next second Danny McCloud stumbled, fell over and knocked the Queen over too! We all started cheering – but then I stopped. Isabella was in the lead now and she was jumping neatly towards the finishing-line!

      “Come on, Rosie!” I yelled, but it was too late. Isabella had won! And Rosie was last – that meant we were equal with two prizes each…

      Maria tapped me on the shoulder. “We catch you up – and now we beat you!” she said with a big grin.

      “We’ll see!” I retorted, as Rosie trailed over to us, looking a СКАЧАТЬ