that’s a dinosaur out to kill you all,” Callum said airily.
Well, he IS seven! But when I bluetacked his drawing to our fridge alongside his other masterpieces, Callum looked really hurt.
“Don’t you want to show my brilliant drawing to your friends, Fliss?”
“Oh, silly ole me, what was I thinking of,” I said, and I stuffed it into my school baginstead.
I showed it to the others before we went into school, and not surprisingly they fell about.
“Which one’s me again?” asked Kenny.
“Isn’t it obvious? The one with three eyes,” giggled Lyndz.
“Duh,” said Rosie. “Anyone can see that’s not an eye, it’s a nose.”
Kenny looked uneasy. “We’re not really going to wear dayglo orange dresses, Fliss, are we?”
Honestly, that girl is so impossible! She can describe just about every goal scored by Leicester City football team ever since there’s BEEN a Leicester City football team, but when it comes to style, she hasn’t got a clue !
“No, we are NOT wearing dayglo orange,” I said patiently. “I’ve told you about a billion times. We’re wearing this really pretty shade of peach , OK? Orange was just the closest colour Callum could find in his crayon box.”
Kenny pulled a face. “I can’t believe you’re putting us through this, Fliss,” she moaned.“We’re going to look totally stoo-pid. Like a bunch of icky meringues, or something.”
But Kenny didn’t fool anybody. She’d never admit it, but Miss Cool ’n’ Sporty was every bit as keyed-up about Mum’s wedding as the rest of us.
Frankie had gone misty-eyed. “Just think,” she breathed. “One day Izzy will be doing cute little drawings for me !”
Frankie’s baby sister must be about six months old now, but Frankie’s still totally mushy about her.
Rosie gave me a nudge. “Fliss, quick! Check out the M&Ms!”
Now there’s two girls who should definitely come with a warning soundtrack. In case you’ve forgotten, Emma Hughes and Emily Berryman are the Sleepover Club’s deadliest enemies. They’re also completely two-faced, which is why grown-ups never believe us when we tell them how mean the M&Ms are. In fact, like Kenny says, most grown-ups think the sun shines out of the M&Ms’ you-know-whats!!
I sneaked a look over my shoulder, in timeto catch Emma and Emily madly pretending they weren’t eavesdropping on our conversation. You should have seen their faces. They looked exactly like they’d been sucking lemons! The M&Ms can’t stand anyone else being the centre of attention.
“Heh heh heh,” chortled Lyndz. “They must have heard about your mum’s wedding. One-nil to you, Flissy.”
I’ve got to admit, it gave me a definite boost, seeing my ten minutes of bridesmaid fame get under our enemies’ skins like that. You know, sometimes I think us Sleepover Club girls must be telepathic, because we didn’t have to say a single word! We just stalked past the M&Ms, as if we were wearing our long floaty dresses and flowery crowns already!
For the rest of that day, whenever the M&Ms were in earshot, we kept up a nonstop gush of bridesmaid talk. And that’s where everything started to go wrong. I’m so sure of this, that if I was making a film of my life, that is definitely the part where I’d put in some doomy durn durn DURN chords.
You see, the M&Ms are our sworn enemies for one very good reason.
They are NOT nice people, OK?
By the end of the day, we’d managed to get so far up their noses that those girls were practically spitting with envy. If we’d had any sense, we’d have let it go at that. Instead, we decided to carry on flaunting our bridesmaid superstar status to the max.
For obvious reasons, we usually avoid walking home the same way as the M&Ms. But today we trailed them so closely, we were practically walking in their shoes!! We all knew we were playing with fire really, but we were having such a great laugh, we didn’t care.
We skipped along arm in arm, swanking loudly
Well, he IS seven! But when I bluetacked his drawing to our fridge alongside his other masterpieces, Callum looked really hurt.
“Don’t you want to show my brilliant drawing to your friends, Fliss?”
“Oh, silly ole me, what was I thinking of,” I said, and I stuffed it into my school baginstead.
I showed it to the others before we went into school, and not surprisingly they fell about.
“Which one’s me again?” asked Kenny.
“Isn’t it obvious? The one with three eyes,” giggled Lyndz.
“Duh,” said Rosie. “Anyone can see that’s not an eye, it’s a nose.”
Kenny looked uneasy. “We’re not really going to wear dayglo orange dresses, Fliss, are we?”
Honestly, that girl is so impossible! She can describe just about every goal scored by Leicester City football team ever since there’s BEEN a Leicester City football team, but when it comes to style, she hasn’t got a clue !
“No, we are NOT wearing dayglo orange,” I said patiently. “I’ve told you about a billion times. We’re wearing this really pretty shade of peach , OK? Orange was just the closest colour Callum could find in his crayon box.”
Kenny pulled a face. “I can’t believe you’re putting us through this, Fliss,” she moaned.“We’re going to look totally stoo-pid. Like a bunch of icky meringues, or something.”
But Kenny didn’t fool anybody. She’d never admit it, but Miss Cool ’n’ Sporty was every bit as keyed-up about Mum’s wedding as the rest of us.
Frankie had gone misty-eyed. “Just think,” she breathed. “One day Izzy will be doing cute little drawings for me !”
Frankie’s baby sister must be about six months old now, but Frankie’s still totally mushy about her.
Rosie gave me a nudge. “Fliss, quick! Check out the M&Ms!”
Now there’s two girls who should definitely come with a warning soundtrack. In case you’ve forgotten, Emma Hughes and Emily Berryman are the Sleepover Club’s deadliest enemies. They’re also completely two-faced, which is why grown-ups never believe us when we tell them how mean the M&Ms are. In fact, like Kenny says, most grown-ups think the sun shines out of the M&Ms’ you-know-whats!!
I sneaked a look over my shoulder, in timeto catch Emma and Emily madly pretending they weren’t eavesdropping on our conversation. You should have seen their faces. They looked exactly like they’d been sucking lemons! The M&Ms can’t stand anyone else being the centre of attention.
“Heh heh heh,” chortled Lyndz. “They must have heard about your mum’s wedding. One-nil to you, Flissy.”
I’ve got to admit, it gave me a definite boost, seeing my ten minutes of bridesmaid fame get under our enemies’ skins like that. You know, sometimes I think us Sleepover Club girls must be telepathic, because we didn’t have to say a single word! We just stalked past the M&Ms, as if we were wearing our long floaty dresses and flowery crowns already!
For the rest of that day, whenever the M&Ms were in earshot, we kept up a nonstop gush of bridesmaid talk. And that’s where everything started to go wrong. I’m so sure of this, that if I was making a film of my life, that is definitely the part where I’d put in some doomy durn durn DURN chords.
You see, the M&Ms are our sworn enemies for one very good reason.
They are NOT nice people, OK?
By the end of the day, we’d managed to get so far up their noses that those girls were practically spitting with envy. If we’d had any sense, we’d have let it go at that. Instead, we decided to carry on flaunting our bridesmaid superstar status to the max.
For obvious reasons, we usually avoid walking home the same way as the M&Ms. But today we trailed them so closely, we were practically walking in their shoes!! We all knew we were playing with fire really, but we were having such a great laugh, we didn’t care.
We skipped along arm in arm, swanking loudly
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