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  Sleepover Girls and Friends

  Sleepover Club Bridesmaids

  Sleepover Girls on the Ball

  Angie Bates

  Narinder Dhami

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Sleepover Girls and Friends

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  The Sleepover Club Bridesmaids

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Sleepover Girls on the Ball

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Have you been invited to all these sleepovers?

  Sleepover Kit List

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  by Narinder Dhami

  SURPRISE! It’s me, Kenny. It’s my turn to tell you what’s been happening to us recently, and boy, have I got a story to tell you! You just won’t believe it!

  You remember the Sleepover Club, don’t you? As if you could forget! There’s five of us – me (I’m the wild one), Frankie (the sensible one – well, sometimes), Lyndz (the Hiccup Queen), Fliss (who can be a bit of a fusspot) and Rosie (who’s a lot happier since we decorated her bedroom for her – but that’s another story). We’ve had our Sleepover Club going for ages now. It’s Top Secret, but we don’t mind our friends like you knowing all about what we get up to.

  But when all this started, we weren’t getting up to much anyway. In fact, we were all feeling pretty down…

  “I’m fed up with all this rain!” I moaned as we trailed back into school when the lunch hour was over. “I wish it was summer.”

  “Yeah, so do I,” said Fliss. “EEEK!”

  Ryan Scott, who’s in our class, had just gone past and flicked his wet scarf at her.

  “He fancies you, Fliss!” Frankie remarked, winking at me.

  Fliss turned pink. “Oh, don’t be silly!” she said, but you know what Fliss is like. She’s had a thing about Ryan Scott for ages.

  “I don’t think we’re going on holiday this year,” Frankie sighed. “Not with the baby and all that.” (Frankie’s mum’s having a baby, remember?)

  “Nor are we,” Lyndz added gloomily, “but my gran and grandpa might be coming to stay with us.”

  “My dad says he’s going to pay for us to go on holiday,” Rosie muttered, “but I’ll believe that when I see it!” (Rosie’s dad says a lot of stuff, but he doesn’t always get round to doing it.)

  “Did I tell you—” Fliss began eagerly.

  “Yeah, about fifty million times!” I said, taking off my coat.

  Fliss looked offended. “You don’t even know what I’m going to say!”

  “I’ll take a guess.” I grinned at her. “We’re going to Majorca and it’s going to be great!”

  Fliss had nearly sent us all bananas going on and on about her holiday to Majorca. Secretly though, I was a bit jealous. My mum and dad love going to places like Scotland and Wales, and although I like being out of doors, I don’t mind a bit of sun either.

  “Well, it is going to be great!” Fliss said crossly. “I can’t wait!”

  “Remember when we went to Spain?” Frankie said as we trooped into the classroom. “That was brilliant!”

  We all looked out of the classroom window at the rain coming down in sheets and felt even more miserable. That school trip to Spain was everyone’s best holiday ever. The weather had been scorching, the beaches were fab and best of all we’d made friends with five Spanish girls called Pilar, Maria, Isabella, Elena and Anna. At first we’d hated each other – that was sort of my fault. OK, it was my fault. But then we’d got over it and had a brilliant time together. We’d told the girls all about our Sleepover Club and they’d started one for themselves. Since we’d got back from Spain we’d kept in touch by emailing them every week from our class computer.

  “Come on everyone, sit down quickly.” Mrs Weaver came in, glancing round the room and glaring at anyone whose bottom wasn’t firmly on a seat. “Emma and Emily, didn’t you hear what I said?”

  “Sorry, Miss,” Emma Hughes said in a sugary-sweet voice. “Emily and I thought the bookshelves were looking a bit messy, so we were just tidying them up.”

  “Oh, thank you, girls,” said Mrs Weaver.

  I just looked at the other Sleepovers and pulled a face like I was about to be sick. The M&Ms always have that effect on me!

  The M&Ms, in case you’ve been asleep for the last zillion years and don’t remember, are our biggest enemies. They’re also known as the Queen and the Goblin because Emma Hughes just thinks she’s so cool, and Emily Berryman’s small and has got this really gruff voice. We totally hate them, and they hate us. Oh hang on a sec, I didn’t tell you what happened at Katie’s party last week, did I? It was so coo-ell!

  Katie Dawson, who’s in our class, had a birthday party last week and she invited just about everyone, including us and the M&Ms. It was a really brill party with loud music and masses of food. Katie’s mum had ordered loads of pizzas from the pizza place in the High Street, so we were all well pleased.

  Then the M&Ms had to go and spoil it by putting a piece of squishy tomato on Fliss’s chair. So when Fliss sat down on it, it stuck to the white jeans she was wearing and ruined them. Fliss went totally ballistic, so I decided it was time for the Sleepover Club to get their revenge.

  I strolled over to the M&Ms, as cool as anything.

  “Looks like Fliss has had a bit of an accident!” Emily was chortling in that stupid deep voice of hers.

  “Yeah, Fliss, you’re supposed to eat tomato, not wear it!” Emma called, laughing her head off.

  “Talking of wearing things, Emma,” I said, grabbing the nearest pizza from the table, “is this your size?”

  And I turned the plate over and dropped the pizza on to Emma’s head. Toppings side down.

  Oh, what a laugh that was! Emma just sat there open-mouthed for a second or two. Then all this cheese and tomato and onion started dripping down her face. The other Sleepovers were in hysterics.

  ‘Course, we all got told off and sent home, but it was totally worth it just to see the look on Emma’s face! Anyway, now the M&Ms hate us more than ever, and they’re sure to try and get back at us somehow. We’ve got to watch our backs for a bit.

  “Right, I’ve got some good news for you,” Mrs Weaver said, after she’d taken the register. “It’s particularly good news for those of you who went on the school trip to Spain a while back.”

  We all sat up, ears flapping.

  “I’ve been in touch with the teachers of some of the Spanish students we met while we were over there,” Mrs Weaver went on. “And we’ve arranged for eleven of the pupils to come over to visit Cuddington in July.”

  The Sle
epover Club started nudging each other and whispering. What we all wanted to know was, were our friends going to be coming over on that trip or not? So I put my hand up.

  “Yes, Laura?”

  “Miss, are those girls we made friends with coming?” I asked.

  Mrs Weaver asked their names, then checked the piece of paper in her hand. “Yes, they’re all down on the list.”

  I turned to the others. “Ex-cellent!”

  “It’ll be great to see them all again!” Rosie gasped.

  “I can feel a gi-normous sleepover coming on!” Frankie whispered.

  “Quiet for a moment, please,” Mrs Weaver said, glancing over at us. “The students and their teachers will be arriving on Friday July 12th and staying until the end of the summer term, Tuesday 23rd. I know it’s only April now, but we have to find them places to stay. If anyone would like one of the Spanish pupils to board with them, please take one of these letters home tonight, and see me tomorrow morning after you’ve checked with your parents.”

  We were all getting pretty excited now. It would just be so cool having our Spanish friends staying with us! I really hoped that Maria would want to come and stay with me – we could talk about football all night!

  “Right, get out your books for silent reading, please,” Mrs Weaver told us.

  Everyone started talking then, and we all got our books out as slowly as possible so we had more time to natter about what Mrs W. had just told us.

  “They’re coming at the end of the summer term – that’s brill!” Lyndz exclaimed. “There’s always loads of stuff going on then!”

  “Yeah, there’s Sports Day and the Summer Fete,” I pointed out.

  “And we’ll hopefully get a class trip to WonderLand, that fab new theme park!” Frankie added.

  “Oh, and don’t forget the fancy-dress competition on the last day of term!” Fliss squealed.

  Rosie was looking a bit put out. “Yeah,” she said pointedly, “and there’s something else too!”

  “What?” I asked, but Frankie nudged me in the ribs.

  “It’s Rosie’s birthday, of course!” she hissed.

  “Oh, right, July 15th!” I grinned. “What about an extra-special sleepover?”

  Rosie was beaming all over her face by now. “That’d be excellent!”

  It was then that I noticed the M&Ms standing by the bookshelves near our table, looking seriously grumpy.

  “Oh, I forgot!” I said loudly. “Some people in this class weren’t lucky enough to go on the school trip to Spain!”

  The Queen had had chickenpox at the time and the Goblin didn’t want to go without her, so now we could really rub their noses in it!

  The M&Ms flounced off, looking annoyed, and left us all giggling.

  “I can’t wait for July!” I said. “It’s going to be seriously brilliant!”

  But I didn’t know just how wrong I was…

  “Quick, check the email box, Kenny!” Fliss poked me hard in the back. “See if Isabella and the others have replied to our last email!”

  “OK, OK!” I said crossly, as the others crowded round me eagerly. “Stop hassling me!”

  It was a few days after Mrs Weaver had told us about the Spanish pupils coming to visit. It was mine and Lyndz’s turn to use the class computer, and, although we were supposed to be finishing off the story we were writing together, Mrs W. had agreed to let us check the email box and send a reply.

  “We’ve got an answer!” Frankie announced triumphantly as a new message popped up on the screen. “Quick, Kenny, see what they say!”

  I hit the mouse, and opened the message.

  Hi, Sleepover Club!

  We look forward very much to see you all in England in July. We are all very excited. Can we have a special sleepover when we are staying with you?

  Love from Pilar, Maria,

  Isabella, Elena and Anna

  “Go on, Kenny!” This time it was Rosie who poked me in the back. “Tell them it’s my birthday, and we’re going to have a big sleepover on the day they arrive!”

  Frankie tapped me on the shoulder. “Tell them we’re going to sleep out in a tent in Rosie’s garden if the weather’s good!”

  “And tell them they’re going to be staying with us!” Lyndz added, jogging my elbow.

  “Will you lot get off!” I moaned. “I’m going to be black and blue all over at this rate!” And I started typing in our reply.

  Dear Spanish Sleepover Club,

  We’re really excited too, and we can’t wait for July! We’ve got loads of exciting stuff happening here. First, it’s Rosie’s birthday a few days after you get here, so we’re going to have a big birthday sleepover on the day you arrive! We’ll have a party in Rosie’s garden, and then we’re going to sleep out in a big tent.

  We’re going to play loads of games, give each other makeovers, have a fashion show and stuff our faces with birthday food!

  “No pizzas though!” Fliss said as I typed that, and we all started laughing.

  “I heard that!” snapped Emma Hughes, who was sitting nearby. “And it wasn’t funny!”

  “Oh yes, it was!” I retorted wickedly. “Seeing you with tomato sauce sliding down your face would make anyone laugh!”

  “You think you’re so clever, Laura McKenzie!” Emily Berryman chimed in.

  “Well, at least I’m not stupid enough to wear a pizza on my head!” I pointed out, and the other Sleepovers fell about.

  “Take no notice of them, Emma,” said Emily.

  “I won’t,” Emma said, and stuck her nose in the air.

  “Wait till our Spanish friends get here!” Frankie said gleefully. “Then there’ll be ten of us to get on your nerves!”

  “These Spanish girls must be crazy,” Emma sniffed. “Fancy wanting to be mates with a bunch of losers like you!”

  I nudged Frankie. “Emma’s looking just a little bit green, don’t you think?”

  “Oh, definitely,” Frankie agreed. “She’s starting to go green all over!”

  “I am not jealous!” Emma snorted furiously. “I don’t care if you’ve got a million Spanish friends!”

  “So how many Spanish people do you know, Emma?” Fliss asked.

  Emma picked up her work and stormed across the classroom to queue up at Mrs Weaver’s table. Emily followed, leaving us all in fits of giggles.

  “This visit is really winding the M&Ms up!” Frankie said.

  “Good!” I replied. “They deserve it!”

  “Come on Kenny, get on with the email,” Lyndz said. “Mrs Weaver keeps giving us dirty looks.”

  Quickly I began to type again:

  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!”
r />   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.”