Best Friends!

Best Friends!
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The hugely popular Sleepover Club series is back with a brand new story and a gorgeous new look. Meet Frankie, Kenny, Fliss, Rosie and Lyndz – five best friends who just want to have fun!In this new introductory story from series originator Rose Impey the five girls have their first ever sleepover together and become the best of friends. When their school rivals, the horrible M&Ms, steal their club mascot, the girls are determined to get revenge…As well as a great story this book tells you how to have your own brilliant sleepover party – with a list of things to bring, food to eat and games to play, you and your friends are guaranteed to have a fantastic time.

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Rose Impey



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Hey, pssst. It’s me, Frankie – over here, in the bushes. Don’t look round! And whatever you do, don’t look up! Meet me the other side of the dog park in five. I’ll be the one in the sunglasses and the mad hat. And come alone – this is for your ears only!

Sorry about the cloak and dagger stuff, but this time it’s serious. This time we almost got arrested. And we still might – if this rescue operation goes wrong. I’m dreading it. You know what I’m like about heights!

Anyway, let’s find somewhere to sit while we’re waiting for the others and I’ll tell you the whole gory story…


Now, where shall I start? I probably need to go way back, before the Sleepover Club even existed and tell you how we all came to be best friends – and sworn enemies of the gruesome M&Ms.

In the very beginning there were just two of us: Me, Francesca Theresa Thomas – Frankie to all my friends (which of course means you) – and my best mate Kenny. Her real name’s Laura McKenzie, but everyone calls her Kenny – if they know what’s good for them! We met at playschool when we were three years old. Kenny came flying down the slide and smashed right into the back of me. I was so mad, until I saw her cheeky grin and heard her say, “Hey, soz, didn’t see you there,” which was pretty unbelievable, because even then I was big for my age. But I couldn’t stay angry with Kenny for long and it’s been like that ever since.

Sometimes in drama lessons we do this exercise where we have to describe a character we’re playing as if they’re a piece of fruit or… a piece of furniture. For example, if I were a piece of furniture, I’d be this a-mazing chair I once saw in a museum. It looked Egyptian; it was like a huge throne, with carved wooden legs with cats’ heads on them. It wasn’t what you’d call comfortable, but deadcool. I would kill to have it in my bedroom.

Kenny would be a chair too, but one of those office chairs. You know, the type that goes up and down and round in circles and given the slightest encouragement charges across the room at forty miles an hour skittling everything in its path. It would be blue and white, which are Leicester City Football Club colours, because Kenny is their biggest fan. And it would probably be waving a scarf and cheering!

We met Lyndz, Lyndsey Collins, when we were five and went to Cuddington County Primary School. If Lyndz were a chair she’d be soft and cozy, the most comfy armchair in the world. Imagine your favourite place to cuddle up and watch TV, or read a book – that’s Lyndz.

I know everyone says threes don’t work – someone’s bound to end up left out and feeling jealous – but Lyndz doesn’t have a jealous bone in her body so we all got on just fine. In class, if ever we had to work in pairs, Lyndz would choose some Billy-no-mates to work with. Lyndz has this big heart, so big you could probably float the whole of Leicester on it.

One of the people she sometimes took pity on was Fliss, full name: Felicity Diana Sidebotham. Fliss is definitely not a chair. She’d be more like one of those fancy curved dressing tables. You know the kind, with pink curtains underneath and frills and tassels. Fliss is a very pink person.

It’s hard to imagine now, but in those days she was a bit of a Felicity-no-mates. She was a bit shy and a bit girly for Kenny’s taste. But when the M&Ms started their Campaign of Terror, well, we had to do something, didn’t we?

The M&Ms’ real names are Emma Hughes and Emily Berryman – sometimes known as The Queen and the Goblin or The Gruesome Twosome. The M&Ms would have been our enemies, even if they’d never done anything to us, just because they’re the most disgusting, sneaky, stuck up goody-goodies in the entire history of the universe and beyond. And, no, I’m not exaggerating!

If the M&Ms were pieces of furniture they’d probably be matching gold mirrors, like the one in Snow White. If you asked them, “Who is the fairest of us all?” they’d scream back at you, “We are, of course, you idiot!”

One of the most irritating things about the M&Ms is that they always have to be top of everything and bosses of the class. If there’s ever a competition with a prize to win, somehow they always manage to win it.

But worse than that: their idea of fun is to pick on people who can’t stick up for themselves. And one of those people was Fliss.

Fliss really cares about her appearance and – how can I put this – well, she’s pretty vain. So, when the M&Ms stuck chewing gum in her long blonde hair, squirted tomato ketchup – accidentally on purpose – down her designer T-shirt and put hamster droppings in the pocket of her new, very expensive Bennetton jacket… and then squashed them, Fliss almost had a nervous breakdown.

As if all that wasn’t enough, they started to give her the Smile Treatment. Believe me, there is nothing more unpleasant than being smiled at by those two muppets. Whenever Fliss glanced up from her work one of them was already looking in her direction,



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