Sleepover Club Eggstravaganza

Sleepover Club Eggstravaganza
Ginny Deals

Join the Sleepover Club: Frankie, Kenny, Felicity, Rosie and Lyndsey, five girls who want to have fun – but who always end up in mischief.Yum! It’s Easter, and time for an All Chocolate Sleepover! Not to mention Frankie’s little sister Izzy’s naming party. Frankie takes some of her old baby pics into school to show the Sleepover Club, but disaster strikes when the M&Ms get hold of them… and a messy revenge means serious trouble for the gang. Easter bunnies? Easter funnies, more like!Stock up on chocs for an egg-cellent time!

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by Ginny Deals

DEDICATION (#ulink_8882dab4-2001-5100-a833-3c50c858841e)

For Granny

CONTENTS

Cover (#u2fe9d43a-ee83-5a83-a161-19e8391db751)

Title Page (#u4de64e30-b659-5a76-9bd6-5a7443f43c94)

Dedication (#uefb40f8d-9ac5-526f-b63a-d6177d26a662)

Chapter One (#u9ead995f-a4fa-5471-8428-40efcaf58592)

Chapter Two (#u36455a29-b0e3-51fb-bc1b-afe0b5eb9aaa)

Chapter Three (#ucf6d3878-c4e9-5ffe-8309-c276e321c489)

Chapter Four (#u3133c7c5-0d3b-5c16-917c-0a3a8d852df3)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Have you been Invited to all these Sleepovers? (#litres_trial_promo)

Sleepover Kit List (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

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Say “Cheese!”

Hiya, Frankie here. Wanna be a supermodel? We’re having a photo shoot in the garden, as you can see. OK, so the flowerbeds aren’t exactly a catwalk in Paris, but you can’t have everything. As my gran always says, life’s what you make it.

Welcome to the latest Sleepover Club adventure. This one got pretty messy, I have to admit. Stinky, too. But hey – it all turned out seriously cool in the end. Go the Sleepover Club!

What do you mean, you don’t know what the Sleepover Club is? You have got to be kidding! We are the top bonza babe gang in the whole of Cuddington, and probably the whole of the world too. The crazy sleepovers we have at each other’s houses! The games, the food, the jokes! Our best mate code, which means we always stand up for each other! Oh, except when Fliss is blathering about something stoopid, when we all sit on her. Literally.

Let’s give you a quick rundown on our models today, then. We have Flissy Slidebottom prancing in from the side, mincing about like she’s on hot sand. Don’t tell her I told you her nickname – her real surname’s Sidebotham, which isn’t much better, is it? She thinks she’s Claudia Schiffer, that one. But I don’t think very much of her modelling style, do you? Flinging your arms and legs around doesn’t work for the camera – you just come out in one big blur. FLISS!! Stand still a sec, will you?

You wouldn’t believe how many costume changes Fliss has gone through today. Her sleepover kit bag was stuffed so full of clothes this weekend that she couldn’t fit in any sensible stuff at all. Guess whose toothpaste she’s had to borrow? As you probably know by now, Flisspot has the biggest wardrobe in town. She and her mum are dead keen on clothes and the latest fashions. Can’t really see what the fuss is about myself. Who wants to dress like everyone else?

Kenny the Football Queen’s just as bad at this modelling business. How am I supposed to snap her when she’s flinging herself about like she’s scoring some mega-header for Leicester City, I’d like to know? She keeps charging out of the shrubbery with this really ferocious expression on her face. Do some action shots Frankie, she begs me. Well, I’m doing my best, but if she comes out all weird she’s only got herself to blame.

Rosie’s got the right idea. She knows how to stand still for more than half a second at a time. Give us a grin, Rosie-Posie! OK, so she’s not so good at grinning to order. No Rosie, a GRIN, not a death stare! You look like Emma Poos Hughes sucking up to Mrs Weaver with that fake smile all over your face. Hey, do us a favour and pull a gruesome face at Rosie to make her smile, will you? That’s better! Rosie is the original grumpy-chops. Getting her to laugh is sometimes like getting Kenny to sit still. Totally impossible.

And here comes Lyndz, galloping across the lens. Animal crackers, this girl. I suppose that’s an invisible horse she’s whacking. It’s going to look pretty dumb in a photo, but there’s no point telling her that. More action shots! I wish I was just taking photos of my cute baby sister, Izzy. She can’t move around much yet, and she’s beginning to smile in the most adorable way. Kenny, who wants to be a doctor like her dad, reckons she knows all about babies, and insists that Izzy’s just got wind. But I’m Izzy’s sister, so I know she’s trying to smile at me! I still can’t quite believe that I’ve got a kid sister. It’s totally the best thing ever.

What, you wanna know more about me? Well, I look like a beanpole and I wear some crazy stuff sometimes. You can’t miss me, actually. The others think I’m kind of the leader of the gang – but don’t tell them I said that, ’cos they’ll only think I sound big-headed. Oh, and the most interesting thing about me at the moment is that I’ve just got a kid sister! Oh, I already told you that, didn’t I. The others are always banging on about how much I talk about Izzy. Sorry!

Don’t you just lurve cameras? The snaps, the laughs, the bit when the film finally gets developed and you see what you really look like? I think I always look stupid because my legs are so long and stringy, and my hair just flops like a pancake on my head. But the others say I’m very photogenic. They’re probably just being nice because they’re my mates, but that stuff’s always cool to hear.

We’re seriously into photography at the moment. Apart from the fact that we’ve got a bunch of right little show-offs in the Sleepover Club who just lurve posing about for shots, it’s down to this camera that the M&Ms—You remember our total worst enemies the M&Ms, Emma Hughes and Emily Berryman, don’t you? Bet you wish you could forget them! Well, let’s just say this camera means that the M&Ms won’t be bothering us for a while. You could say they’ve got too much egg on their faces…

But let’s start at the very beginning, which, as my gran would tell you, is a very good place to start. The end of the Easter term was approaching and—

HEY, Rosie, look out! Lyndz is galloping straight towards…Oof, I bet that hurt. Where’s Kenny anyway? Uh-oh – I bet she wishes she hadn’t come running out of that bit of shrubbery just now. Now Lyndz the Hiccup Champ is off and hic-hiccing away…Well, since Fliss was already lying on the grass trying to look gorgeous, perhaps she broke their fall a bit? That poor flowerbed’s gonna take a while to recover. Rather like another flowerbed I could mention – but more of that mega-disaster later. Are you going to tell Fliss that she’s got a grass stain on her new white jeans, or am I?

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“Psst, Frankie! Get down!” Kenny hissed at me in class one morning.

“Wha…?”

Kenny flicked a paper pellet with deadly accuracy across the classroom, and caught Emma Hughes bang on the back of her shirt. Result!

“Ouch!” whined Emma, whipping round and glaring at Kenny. “I know that was you, Laura McKenzie!”

Kenny reaalllly hates being called Laura. I thought she was going to jump up and clock Emma one, when—

“Behave yourselves, girls,” snapped Mrs Weaver, who’d suddenly appeared. I don’t know how she does that. She must have a teleporter by her desk, like in Star Trek. One whiff of trouble, and she beams up from nowhere.

“But Miss, it was Kenny,” butted in Emma’s crony, the Goblin girl herself, Emily Berryman.

“I don’t know what she’s talking about, Miss,” said Kenny innocently. “I was nowhere in the vicinity.”

Kenny watches too many police dramas, I reckon. It was true, though – she hadn’t been anywhere near Emma, exactly. Fliss’s mouth went all pinched like a dog’s bottom, and Lyndz got the giggles and had to stare very hard at her maths book like it was the most interesting thing she’d ever seen. Me and Rosie just kept very quiet.

“That’s quite enough. I don’t want to hear another squeak from anyone, do you hear?” said Mrs Weaver sternly.