Mega Sleepover 7: Summer Collection. Narinder Dhami

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      Has your teacher told you you’re going to be staying with us? Pilar’s staying with Frankie, Isabella with Fliss, Elena with Lyndz, Anna with Rosie and Maria with me. So you and me can have lots of arguments about footy, Maria!

      Got to go now, because our teacher’s giving us dirty looks! REPLY SOON.

      Kenny, Lyndz, Frankie, Rosie and Fliss

      “It’s funny how you and Maria both like football, Kenny,” Frankie remarked as I sent the email on its way to sunny Spain. “And you’re both a bit mad too.”

      “Well, what about you and Pilar?” I retorted. “You’re both about six feet tall and bossy with it!”

      We’d discovered that the Spanish girls were so much like us, it was spooky. Isabella and Fliss were scarily alike – they’d even had exactly the same swimsuits on holiday! Elena and Anna, who were twins, were a bit like Lyndz and Rosie too. Elena was pretty easy-going, like Lyndz, and she was always getting hiccups too! And Anna was kind-hearted, but she could be a bit prickly sometimes (sound like anyone you know?). Anyway, the reason why we got on so well with them was probably because we were so alike.

      “How many days to wait before they get here?” I asked.

      “Seventy-five,” Frankie said immediately. “I worked it out last night.”

      “Seventy-five days!” I groaned. “That’s ages! We might be dead by then!”

      Frankie gave me a shove. “Oh, look on the bright side, Kenny, why don’t you!”

      “Anyway, it gives us lots of time to plan what we’re going to do,” Lyndz added.

      “Yeah, this has got to be special!” I said firmly. “We want to make sure Pilar and the others have a trip they’ll never forget!”

      “Are they here yet?” Fliss asked for about the millionth time, standing up to peer out of the classroom window.

      “Not unless they’re invisible, and so is their coach!” I said impatiently. “I’ll tell you as soon as I see them.”

      It was Friday July 12th at last. It seemed a very long time since Mrs Weaver had first told us that the Spanish pupils were coming over, but at last the day had arrived. They were coming to our school from the airport by coach, and because I had the best view of the playground gates from my seat, I was watching out for them. We were all supposed to be doing silent reading, but Mrs Weaver wasn’t bothering much about keeping us quiet. She was pretty cool about things now that we were almost at the end of term.

      “I hope it doesn’t rain tonight,” Rosie said anxiously, glancing out of the window. “Not now we’ve decorated the garden and put the tent up.”

      The rest of us looked at each other and giggled. The sun was blazing into the classroom – there’d been a heatwave for the last two weeks and the weather was scorching. It was even hotter than it was when we’d gone to Spain.

      “It’s going to be brill sleeping outside tonight!” I said. We’d spent the last few days round at Rosie’s after school, getting everything ready for the Grand Sleepover that evening. Although the Cartwrights’ garden, like their house, was a bit of a mess, we’d hung streamers and balloons in the trees, and my dad had brought our big tent over and put it up on the grass.

      “Yeah, but no horror stories, Kenny, all right?” Fliss insisted nervously.

      “Nah, ’course not!” I said, crossing my fingers behind my back and winking at Frankie. I had a fab story to tell at the sleepover that night, all about a mummy, a werewolf and a haunted house. Fliss was going to wet herself!

      “I wonder why Pilar and the others didn’t reply to that email we sent them the other day?” Lyndz said.

      Frankie shrugged. “Maybe their teacher wouldn’t let them.”

      We hadn’t heard anything from the Spanish girls for nearly two weeks now.

      “Maybe they were too busy getting ready for the trip,” I suggested. “Hey, here’s the coach!”

      Everyone in the classroom jumped out of their seats and rushed over to the windows, except the M&Ms. Typical. Meanwhile, Mrs Weaver had grabbed her clipboard and hurried outside.

      “There’s Maria!” I yelled, as the Spanish kids began to file off the coach, looking a bit tired and crumpled. Maria was at the front, wearing her Real Madrid football shirt as usual. I banged on the glass and waved. “MARIA!”

      Maria glanced over, but she didn’t wave back.

      “I guess she just didn’t see me,” I said, disappointed.

      “There’s Pilar!” Frankie began to bang on the glass too, but Pilar wasn’t taking any notice either. Neither were Isabella, Elena and Anna, who got off behind her.

      “Maybe they don’t like you any more!” remarked Emma Hughes with a spiteful grin, but we ignored her.

      We watched Mrs Weaver leading the Spanish kids and their two teachers into school, and then they came into our classroom.

      “Hey, Maria!” I shouted, trying to attract her attention, but I had to shut up when Mrs W. gave me one of her mega-gruesome glares.

      “Sit down, everyone, please!” she called. “Quietly!”

      Although we couldn’t say anything, we kept on grinning and giving Pilar, Maria and the others thumbs-up signs. But it was really strange because they weren’t doing anything back. In fact, they were acting as if they didn’t even know who we were. They were staring straight through us.

      “What’s going on?” I whispered to Frankie. “Why’re they being so funny?”

      Frankie shrugged. “Maybe they’re just tired after the flight,” she suggested.

      “What, too tired to smile at us?” I said.

      I stared hard at Maria until I caught her eye. You know what she did? She just stared right back at me. She didn’t smile. She didn’t wink. She didn’t do anything. It was really strange.

      There was definitely something very weird going on. And I was determined to find out exactly what it was…

      

      “And this is where you’ll be sleeping!” I threw open the door of my bedroom, and grinned at Maria. “My sister Molly the Monster’s gone to camp with her school, so you’ll be sharing with me. Cool, huh?”

      Maria didn’t say anything. Which wasn’t surprising really because she’d hardly said a word to me at all. We hadn’t had much time to chat at school because the home bell had rung about fifteen minutes after the coach had arrived, and then my mum turned up in the car to drive us home. I could see the other Sleepovers СКАЧАТЬ