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Hiya, Iâm back! Itâs me, Frankie, remember? I thought it was about time we had a chat âcos itâs been ages since I last talked to you. And Iâve got loads to tell you.
You havenât forgotten us, have you? Thereâs me and my best mate Kenny, and Fliss and Rosie and Lyndz â the Sleepover Club. Weâve 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 â 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, weâre all nuts about horses now), so, of course, there was clay everywhere. Even Fliss was covered in it, and sheâs the neatest person in the known universe. She even gets her mum to iron her knickers!
âHey, look!â Kenny stuck a lump of clay on the end of her nose, and grinned at the rest of us. âPinocchio!â
âThanks a lot, Kenny!â Fliss snapped, yanking it off her. âThatâs supposed to be my horseâs tail!â
âAll right, how about this then?â Kenny started sticking tiny bits of clay all over her face. âLook, itâs Emma Hughes!â
We all fell about laughing. Emmaâs been off school with chickenpox, so her best mate Emily Berrymanâs had to hang out with dozy Alana âBananaâ Palmer instead. You remember Emma and Emily, otherwise known as the M&Ms, donât you? Theyâre our Number One Enemies. Alana Bananaâs sort of our enemy too, but she hasnât got any brains so we donât worry about her that much.
âOK,â I said, squinting down at my model. âBe honest, you lot. I can take it. Does this look like a horse to you or not?â
âNope,â said Lyndz.
âNo way,â said Fliss.
âNo chance,â Rosie added.
âIt looks more like a giraffe,â Kenny remarked.
âOh, great,â I said crossly, crushing my model flat. âDonât hold back, will you?â
âYour horse looks like itâs been run over by a steamroller, Frankie,â Mrs Weaver said, coming towards us. She raised her eyebrows at the squashed heap of clay in front of me. âWhat have you been doing for the last hour?â
âSorry, Miss,â I said quickly. âI just couldnât get it right.â As my grandma always says, if at first you donât succeed â give up.
Mrs Weaver glanced at the clock. âWell, youâve got about ten seconds left before we tidy up, so itâs not worth starting again.â 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. âI think youâd better go and clean yourselves up too.â
We lobbed our leftover clay into the clay bin, and ran for the sink in the corner. Fliss got there first.
âOw! Stop pushing!â she complained, as we all tried to elbow our way in front of her.
âHurry up or Iâll shove a lump of clay down your neck!â Kenny warned.