Mega Sleepover 7: Summer Collection. Narinder Dhami

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      Well, that was IT! I wasn’t in the mood to try and sort things out any more – this was WAR!

      “You shouldn’t have done that!” I spluttered as I wiped cream and sugar off my face while the Spanish girls roared with laughter. “You’re really going to get it now!”

      “Kenny, be careful!” said Fliss and Lyndz together, but I was too mad to listen. I grabbed a cheese and pickle roll off the table and threw it at Maria. She ducked, but it hit Pilar instead, and Branston pickle spilled out all over her jeans.

      “Hey!” Pilar shouted, “you dirty my jeans!” And she scooped some cream off the top of the trifle with a spoon, and flicked it at us. It hit Fliss right in the eye.

      “Ow!” Fliss wailed, and she lobbed a ham roll in the Spanish girls’ direction.

      Next second it had turned into a free-for-all as we all started grabbing food missiles and hurling them at each other.

      “Stop it!” Rosie yelled. “You’re ruining my birthday sleepover!”

      Then she got a sausage roll in the eye, and that made her so mad, she started to join in. It was like something out of a comedy film. Everyone was screaming and trying to dodge flying cakes and rolls, Jenny was barking madly and Adam and his friends were all watching us and laughing their heads off.

      I hadn’t managed to land a direct hit on Maria yet, so I spooned some strawberry jelly into a bowl, and flung it in her direction. I didn’t get Maria. But I did manage to get Rosie’s mum. Right in the middle of her face!

      “Well!” Mrs Cartwright stared furiously at us, trying to wipe strawberry jelly out of her eyes. She must have come out to see what all the noise was about, and we’d been so busy fighting, we hadn’t heard her. “What on earth is going on here?”

      “Er – we were having a food fight, Mum,” Rosie muttered sheepishly, while the rest of us shuffled our feet and tried to brush the crumbs out of our hair.

      “I can see that,” Mrs Cartwright replied in a freezing tone. “I think you’d better clear everything up straightaway. And then I’m going to ring your parents and you’re all going home.”

      “What about the sleepover?” Rosie wailed, but her mum just gave her a look that shut her up.

      “You started that!” I hissed at Maria when Mrs Cartwright had gone back into the house. “This is all your fault!”

      Maria shrugged. “You start it with all your nasty emails!”

      “We didn’t send them!” I began, but I could see it was no use. They just didn’t believe us.

      Rosie was looking really upset. “This has been my worst birthday ever!” she groaned. “And it isn’t even my birthday till Monday!”

      “Never mind, you’ve still got your prezzies to look forward to,” said Lyndz.

      “Mum’s so mad with me, I probably won’t get anything!” Rosie muttered.

      “What’re we going to do now?” Frankie asked as we began to pick up squashed cakes and rolls from the grass and put them into bin bags. The Spanish girls started clearing up too, but they kept well away from us, and they were whispering to each other and giving us filthy looks.

      “We’re just going to have to prove to them that it wasn’t us who sent those emails!” I said.

      “How?” asked Lyndz.

      “We need to find out who sent them,” I said. “And I’ve got a pretty good idea who it was too…”

      “Right, hands up everyone who thinks it was the gruesome M&Ms who sent those emails!” I announced.

      Everyone’s hand immediately went up, and I grinned.

      “Yeah, so do I!” I agreed. “So what’re we going to do about it?”

      It was the day after the not-so-Grand Sleepover, and Frankie, Lyndz, Fliss and Rosie were round at my place to discuss exactly what we were going to do. We’d all been well and truly roasted alive by our parents when we got home after the food fight, and Pilar and the others had been told off by their teacher, Miss Moreno. We’d also been told that we couldn’t have a sleepover next weekend. For once, we didn’t care that much though. It wouldn’t have been any fun with Maria and the rest of her Gruesome Gang!

      “I tried to talk to Elena last night,” said Lyndz, “but she was still in a right mood.”

      “Yeah, Anna was too,” Rosie agreed. “She even asked my mum if she could sleep in a different bedroom instead of sharing with me!”

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