Sleepovers by Jacqueline Wilson Page B

secrets to her under the covers and she whispers “ur-ur-ur-ur-ur” back to me. It’s as if we’re having our own tiny private sleepover just for us.
    I got into bed with her that night and told her all about Amy’s sleepover. I’ve told her all about Amy and Bella. I’ve told her heaps about Emily and how I wish she could be my best friend. I’ve told her heaps about Chloe too and how I wish she didn’t sometimes act like she was my worst enemy.
    â€œWhat’s that you’re saying, Lily?” I whispered. “Oh, I get it! You say that Emily’s probably going to get seriously fed up with Chloe being so mean and moody all the time. You think she’s going to break friends with her and be
my
best friend instead?”
    Lily went, “Ur ur ur ur ur.”
    I gave her a grateful hug. Sometimes I was almost glad she was my sister.

 
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    AMY AND BELLA and Chloe and Emily and I all got very excited about the sleepover party. We talked about it all the time at school. We talked about it so much that our teacher Mrs Graham got cross with us.
    She got especially cross with Chloe because her voice was the loudest. She kept her in at playtime. I had a lovely playtime with Emily. She said she liked my long hair and wished she could brush it, so I undid my plaits and then we played hairdressers and I was a posh lady going to a dance and Emily was fixing my hair for me, and she gave me a facial too, with soap from the washbasins in the girls’ cloakrooms. I didn’t wash all the soap off properly so my face felt a bit stiffwhen we went into the classroom. It went stiffer still when I saw Chloe glaring at me. I knew she was going to get me.

    â€œYou mean pig, Daisy!” she yelled as soon as it was going-home time. “It was all
your
fault.
You
were saying something stupid about how you’ve never been to a sleepover before so
I
said you can’t have had any friends at your old school and then Mrs Graham got cross with me when
I
didn’t start saying stuff, it was
you
. Why didn’t you tell her it was all your fault?”
    â€œIt wasn’t really Daisy’s
fault
,” said Emily.
    â€œYes it was! She wouldn’t own up. She let me take the blame. She’s horrible. I don’t know why we have to have her tagging around with us all the time,” said Chloe.
    â€œDon’t be like that, Chloe,” said Emily, putting her arm round her. “Here, do you want a chocolate biscuit? I saved it for you.”
    Chloe wouldn’t take the chocolate biscuit so Bella ate it.
    â€œAre you really having a chocolate cake for your birthday, Amy?” said Bella. “Yeah, my mum’s friend’s making it. And we’re having egg sandwiches and sausages on sticksand cheese and pineapple and fancy ice-creams and special fruity drinks with teeny umbrellas,” said Amy, her eyes shining.

    â€œLike grown-up cocktails,” I said.

    â€œIs Daisy still coming to your sleepover?” said Chloe.
    My heart started thumping.
    But Emily was quick. “Course she is. We’re all coming. Hey, I can’t wait till it’s
my
sleepover party. If my mum lets me have one.”
    â€œ
My
mum will let me. She lets me do
anything
. I’m going to have the best sleepover party ever, you’ll see,” said Chloe.
    I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to be invited to Chloe’s sleepover party. I didn’t care. But I did desperately want to go to Amy’s.
    â€œOf course you can still come, Daisy,” Amy whispered in my ear.
    I gave Amy a quick hug. I decided I liked Amy almost as much as Emily.
    I went shopping with Mum to buy Amy a birthday present. I thought I might buy her a grown-up fountain pen as she liked writing. Iwanted to spend a long time choosing, but Lily was with us too, of course, and she was having a bad day, crying a lot.
    People started staring at us and it made Lily more upset. She cried