Mega Sleepover 7: Summer Collection
Join the Sleepover Club: Frankie, Kenny, Felicity, Rosie and Lyndsey, five girls who want to have fun – but who always end up in mischief!In Sleepover Club Bridesmaids wedding bells are ringing for Fliss’s mum and Fliss and the gang are going to be bridesmaids! In Sleepover Girls and Friends the Spanish students the Sleepover Club met on holiday are coming to stay, and in Sleepover Girls on the Ball the gang sneak into the posh Green Lawns Tennis Club, but what will they do when the M&Ms spot them…?Three fantastic Sleepover Club stories in one, all with a special summery theme!
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Sleepover Girls and Friends
Sleepover Club Bridesmaids
Sleepover Girls on the Ball
Angie Bates
Narinder Dhami
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.
