by Narinder Dhami
Cover
Title Page
Have you been Invited to all these Sleepovers?
Sleepover Kit List
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Copyright
About the Publisher
The Sleepover Club at Frankie’s
The Sleepover Club at Lyndsey’s
The Sleepover Club at Felicity’s
The Sleepover Club at Rosie’s
The Sleepover Club at Laura’s
Starring the Sleepover Club
Sleepover Girls go Pop!
The 24-Hour Sleepover Club
The Sleepover Club Sleeps Out
Happy Birthday Sleepover Club
Sleepover Girls on Horseback
Sleepover in Spain
Sleepover on Friday 13th
Sleepover Girls go Camping
Sleepover Girls go Detective
Sleepover Girls go Designer
The Sleepover Club Surfs the Net
Sleepover Girls on Screen
Sleepover Girls and Friends
Sleepover Girls on the Catwalk
The Sleepover Club Goes for Goal!
Sleepover Girls go Babysitting
Sleepover Girls go Snowboarding
Happy New Year, Sleepover Club!
Sleepover Girls go Green
We Love You Sleepover Club
Vive le Sleepover Club!
Sleepover Club Eggstravaganza
Emergency Sleepover
Sleepover Girls on the Range
The Sleepover Club Bridesmaids
Sleepover Girls See Stars
Sleepover Club Blitz
Sleepover Girls in the Ring
Sari Sleepover
Merry Christmas Sleepover Club!
The Sleepover Club Down Under
Sleepover Girls go Splash!
Sleepover Girls go Karting
Sleepover Girls go Wild!
The Sleepover Club at the Carnival
The Sleepover Club on the Beach
Sleepover Club Vampires
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Sleepover Girls go Dancing
The Sleepover Club on the Farm
Sleepover Girls go Gymtastic!
Sleepover Girls on the Ball
Sleepover Club Witches
Sleepover Club Ponies
Sleepover Girls on Safari
1 Sleeping bag
2 Pillow
3 Pyjamas or a nightdress
4 Slippers
5 Toothbrush, toothpaste, soap etc
6 Towel
7 Teddy
8 A creepy story
9 Food for the plane journey
10 A torch
11 Hairbrush
12 Hair things like a bobble or hairband, if you need them
13 Clean knickers and socks
14 Sleepover diary and membership card
PLUS: sun cream and sunglasses!!
Hiya, I’m back! It’s me, Frankie, remember? I thought it was about time we had a chat ’cos it’s been ages since I last talked to you. And I’ve got loads to tell you.
You haven’t forgotten us, have you? There’s me and my best mate Kenny, and Fliss and Rosie and Lyndz – the Sleepover Club. We’ve been having sleepovers for months now, and we always have a great laugh. So we were a bit shocked when Kenny said what she did. I mean, you know Kenny – she likes to stir things a bit. But this time what she said really made us sit up.
Anyway, it all started one afternoon at school. We were making models of horses out of clay (after our horsey sleepover, we’re all nuts about horses now), so, of course, there was clay everywhere. Even Fliss was covered in it, and she’s the neatest person in the known universe. She even gets her mum to iron her knickers!
“Hey, look!” Kenny stuck a lump of clay on the end of her nose, and grinned at the rest of us. “Pinocchio!”
“Thanks a lot, Kenny!” Fliss snapped, yanking it off her. “That’s supposed to be my horse’s tail!”
“All right, how about this then?” Kenny started sticking tiny bits of clay all over her face. “Look, it’s Emma Hughes!”
We all fell about laughing. Emma’s been off school with chickenpox, so her best mate Emily Berryman’s had to hang out with dozy Alana ‘Banana’ Palmer instead. You remember Emma and Emily, otherwise known as the M&Ms, don’t you? They’re our Number One Enemies. Alana Banana’s sort of our enemy too, but she hasn’t got any brains so we don’t worry about her that much.
“OK,” I said, squinting down at my model. “Be honest, you lot. I can take it. Does this look like a horse to you or not?”
“Nope,” said Lyndz.
“No way,” said Fliss.
“No chance,” Rosie added.
“It looks more like a giraffe,” Kenny remarked.
“Oh, great,” I said crossly, crushing my model flat. “Don’t hold back, will you?”
“Your horse looks like it’s been run over by a steamroller, Frankie,” Mrs Weaver said, coming towards us. She raised her eyebrows at the squashed heap of clay in front of me. “What have you been doing for the last hour?”
“Sorry, Miss,” I said quickly. “I just couldn’t get it right.” As my grandma always says, if at first you don’t succeed – give up.
Mrs Weaver glanced at the clock. “Well, you’ve got about ten seconds left before we tidy up, so it’s not worth starting again.” Then she looked at us. We were all wearing overalls, but our hands were caked in clay, plus Lyndz had some in her hair and Kenny still had bits stuck on her face. “I think you’d better go and clean yourselves up too.”
We lobbed our leftover clay into the clay bin, and ran for the sink in the corner. Fliss got there first.
“Ow! Stop pushing!” she complained, as we all tried to elbow our way in front of her.
“Hurry up or I’ll shove a lump of clay down your neck!” Kenny warned.
Fliss jumped round, looking alarmed, and Kenny dodged smartly in front of her and began washing her hands.
“Oh, very funny!” Fliss sniffed.
“At least it wasn’t ice cubes this time!” I pointed out, and we all cracked up, even Fliss. We hadn’t forgotten about the sleepover when we’d tried to make a crazy video to send to You’ve Been Framed. It certainly starred the Sleepover Club, but not quite the way we had intended! The oldies hadn’t forgotten it either, they still went on about it sometimes.
“So what exciting plans have you got for the sleepover at yours tonight, Rosie?” Lyndz asked.
“Well, I thought we could have a fashion show,” Rosie suggested eagerly.
And that’s when Kenny dropped her bombshell.
“Bor-ing!” she said immediately. The rest of us are really into clothes, but Kenny thinks dressing up means wearing her Leicester City football strip. With boots. “Can’t we do something else?”
“Like what?” Rosie asked, looking offended. You know how prickly she can be sometimes.
Kenny shrugged. “I dunno… Something different. We always seem to do the same old things at sleepovers these days.”
We all stared at her with our mouths open.
“Are you saying our sleepovers are no fun any more?” Fliss gasped, outraged.
“Nah, ’course not!” Kenny reached for a paper towel. “Sleepovers are still cool! It’d just be even cooler if we did something different sometimes.”
“Like what?” I asked. “And don’t say we could play football.”
“Well, why not?” Kenny said, and the rest of us groaned loudly. “OK, but what about having a sleepover somewhere else? We only ever go to each other’s houses.”
“What’s wrong with coming to my house tonight?” Rosie began indignantly.
“Nothing, Rosie-posie!” Kenny interrupted, flicking some water at her. It was a great shot. It hit Rosie right in the eye, and she squealed. “But don’t you remember what a brilliant time we had when we slept over at the museum?”
We had to admit, she had a point.
“Well, what did you have in mind?” I asked. “A sleepover in Sainsbury’s, or what?”
“Ha ha, very funny, Francesca,” Kenny began, trying to annoy me by using my full name, but right at that moment Mrs Weaver yelled over the noise: “Everyone in their seats now, please! I’ve got something very important to tell you.”
We all scuttled back to our seats in silence. Kenny’s remark had kind of thrown everyone, including me. Did we always do the same things at our sleepovers? Well, maybe we did, but we still had a great time. At least, I thought we did… No, I knew we did. If Kenny found them boring, it was her problem.
Mrs Weaver was waiting impatiently, glaring at Ryan Scott and Danny McCloud who were still chucking bits of clay at each other.
“Right, I want to tell you about a rather exciting trip that the school has arranged for this year group,” she said, picking up a pile of papers from her desk. “And I have a letter for you to take home to your parents explaining all about it.”
Nobody looked very thrilled. Have you ever noticed that what teachers think is exciting and what we think is exciting are never the same thing?
“The trip will be to the Costa Brava in Spain for one week,” Mrs Weaver went on.
There was a moment’s breathless silence, and then the whole classroom erupted.
“A trip to Spain!” Fliss squealed. “That’ll be brilliant!”
“I’m going!” Kenny said in a determined voice. “I don’t care what I have to do to get my parents to say yes. I’ll even be nice to Molly the Monster, sister from Hell, if I have to!”
“I reckon my mum’ll let me go.” Lyndz beamed all over her face. “Are you up for it, Frankie?”
“Are you kidding?” I gasped. My mum and dad are really boring when it comes to holidays. All we ever do is go to Scotland, or visit my gran in Nottingham or my grandad in Wales. Really interesting and exotic – not! “I’ve never been abroad before, and I really want to go!”
Suddenly Kenny bounced out of her seat with excitement. “Hey, we’ll be able to have a sleepover in Spain! That’ll be even more cool than the sleepover at the museum!”
Well, that just about did it. We were almost wetting ourselves with excitement. Well, not quite all of us. Rosie wasn’t looking very thrilled. In fact, she’d turned a funny pea-green colour.
“What’s biting you, Rosie?” I asked.
“Kenny, will you sit down, please!” Mrs Weaver called. “And be quiet, everyone, so I can give you some more information about the trip before the home bell.”
We all stared hard at Rosie, but we didn’t get a chance to find out what the problem was because Mrs Weaver was giving us one of her looks.
“We’re lucky because we’ve managed to book places at a very special holiday complex,” she continued. “It has a swimming pool, all the usual activities, and it’s right on the Costa Brava coast near the beach. But what makes this place different is that it’s also an exchange centre where school children can come from all over Europe to meet each other…”
Mrs Weaver went droning on about how this was a great chance for us to make friends with kids from other European countries and learn all about each other’s cultures and languages etc, etc, but nobody was listening. We were all too busy grinning at each other and making thumbs-up signs. It sounded totally brilliant. Spain, sun, sea, sand and the Sleepover Club! It was an ace combination. So I just couldn’t understand why Rosie looked like someone was forcing her to spend a wet weekend in Birmingham with the M&Ms.
“Unfortunately, places are strictly limited, and only fifteen of you will be able to go.” Mrs Weaver added, handing round the letters as the bell rang. “So if you’re interested, you’d better bring your consent forms and the deposit to me first thing on Monday morning. Have a good weekend.”
“What about you, Rosie?” Fliss asked anxiously as we picked up our bags. “You are going to come, aren’t you?”
“’Course she is!” Kenny interrupted, flinging her arm round Rosie’s shoulders. “We can’t have a sleepover in Spain unless we’re all there, can we?”
Rosie looked even more miserable. “I don’t think I’ll be able to. There’s no way my mum can afford it.”
We glanced at each other in horror. It just wouldn’t be the same if we didn’t all go.
“Well, what about your dad?” Kenny suggested. “You’re always moaning about how he keeps going off on holiday with his girlfriend, even though he’s promised to take you. I bet he’d be willing to pay for it.”
“I don’t want to ask him,” Rosie muttered, and she turned and hurried out of the classroom before any of us could stop her.
“Well, that’s going to ruin everything,” I said angrily. Of course, the rest of us could still go, but we wouldn’t be able to have a proper sleepover without Rosie, would we?
“Maybe we can talk her into asking her dad at the sleepover tonight,” Lyndz suggested, and we all nodded. We had to do something, and fast, otherwise our dream of a sleepover in Spain would be over before it had even started.
Pulsuz fraqment bitdi.