sleepoverclub.com

sleepoverclub.com
Narinder Dhami

Join the Sleepover Club: Frankie, Kenny, Felicity, Rosie and Lyndsey, five girls who just want to have fun – but who always end up in mischief.When the girls decide to secretly design a website for Lyndz’s brother Tom’s band, they accidentally lose the only disk with a copy of the band poster on it – and it falls into the hands of a mystery e-blackmailer!

by Narinder Dhami

Contents

Cover (#u22e86cf7-c10c-5d08-8b61-2bc830055b73)

Title Page (#uf8082752-3b5e-5c7d-adf0-329eba0e1aaf)

Sleepover kit List

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Have you been invited to all these sleepovers?

Copyright

About the Publisher

Sleepover kit List (#u8c97e25e-2aeb-5491-81a5-a04179b9726c)

1 Sleeping bag

2 Pillow

3 Pyjamas or a nightdress

4 Slippers

5 Toothbrush, toothpaste, soap etc

6 Towel

7 Teddy

8 A creepy story

9 food for a midnight feast: chocolate, crisps, sweets, biscuits, in fact anything you like to eat.

10 Torch

11 Hairbrush

12 Hair things like a bobble or hairband, if you need them

13 Clean knickers and socks

14 Change of clothes for the next day

15 Sleepover diary and membership card

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“I’m having first go!”

Kenny charged into the bedroom, elbowing the rest of us out of the way. We all squealed loudly, as she sent us flying in all directions.

“No, you’re not,” Frankie said firmly, sticking her foot out and tripping Kenny up. “It’s my turn!”

“Ow!” Kenny yelled. She fell forward, and collapsed face-down on the bed. “You little toad, Francesca Thomas!”

“Get her!” Rosie shouted, and we all piled in on top of Kenny, screaming and laughing.

Just another normal sleepover, right? Right! You remember all of us, don’t you? The Sleepover Club? Well, if you don’t, you’ll soon work it out!

“I think we should let Fliss have first go,” Rosie said in a muffled voice. Frankie was sitting on her head. “After all, she’s the only one of us now who hasn’t got a computer at home.”

Fliss’s stepdad Andy did normally have a computer, but it was away being fixed. Someone (who shall remain nameless) had spilt nail varnish remover all over the keyboard, and it had gone bonkers!

“Nah, I reckon we should arm-wrestle each other, and the winner gets to go first!” Kenny argued, trying to push me off the bed. I banged into Fliss, and she slid off the duvet and landed on the floor on her backside with a THWACK.

“No, I reckon the tallest person should get first go,” Frankie said, rolling off Rosie.

“Oh yeah, you would say that, beanpole!” Kenny scoffed.

“How about the most sensible person?” Rosie suggested, sitting up and looking smug.

“Oh, you mean Lyndz!” Kenny grinned.