Fiona Cummings – Sleepover Club Vampires (страница 3)

By lunchtime Lyndz was a dithering wreck. We were all sitting on a bench when she announced:

“Look, I’m going to tell Mum that we can’t come away with you, Kenny. It’s my fault that we’ve all fallen out and I can’t bear it!”

Her chin started to tremble and her eyes filled with tears.

“Right then, are you satisfied now?” I turned on the others angrily. “Lyndz needs a holiday more than anyone. It just so happens that it’s going to be with me. If there was a way to invite you all up to Scotland I would, believe me. But Great Uncle Bob’s about ninety or something. I don’t think it would be very good for his health if we all descended on him, do you?”

The others shook their heads and looked suitably ashamed. They gave Lyndz an extra big hug.

“Sorry for being so mean,” Frankie told her. “You go and have fun – just not too much, OK?”

At least we were all friends again, which was the main thing. But my big speech back there had got me thinking. Why couldn’t we all go up to Scotland? Uncle Bob wasn’t really ninety, and Dad had already said that he had loads of rooms and loved having his house full of people. What could be better than having it full of my friends? I knew that Mum would be speaking to him that night to confirm the arrangements, so I’d have to ask her if the rest of the gang could come with us before she phoned.

All afternoon I rehearsed how I would ask her. The only problem was that as far as Mum was concerned, us Sleepover girls together meant only one thing – TROUBLE. And it was one thing coping with that in your own home, but quite another transporting it hundreds of miles up into the wilds of Scotland.

I decided to just grab the bull by the horns and ask Mum straight out as soon as I got home. But it was just my luck that she was tackling Dad’s paperwork. Now if there’s one thing I’ve learnt in my ten years on this planet, it is never to disturb Mum when she’s got her business-head on. The fall-out can be pretty spectacular – I still have the scars to prove it! And it was the worst luck ever that she had her business-head on all through dinner and all through the rest of the evening. In fact she only snapped out of it when the phone rang.

“Oh Uncle Bob!” she spoke crisply into the receiver. “I was just about to ring you.”

Drat, drat and double blooming drat covered in bogies. I was too late – there was no way that the rest of the Sleepover gang could come up to Scotland with us now!

Whilst Mum chatted to Great Uncle Bob, I sat on the stairs and put my head in my hands. I’d let my chums down big time. I know that they weren’t expecting to go to Scotland with us or anything, but I’d kind of got used to the idea in my head.

I’d never been to Great Uncle Bob’s house before, but I imagined it was like this enormous castle overlooking a lake. I figured that it would have about fifty bedrooms and they’d all have four-poster beds and jacuzzi baths just like the one Fliss has, only much bigger. I imagined the five of us swimming in the lake. Well, maybe Fliss wouldn’t actually swim in the lake, she’d just hover at the edge looking pretty…

“…Laura! Laura! For goodness sake, stop daydreaming! Uncle Bob wants a word with you!” Mum was holding out the receiver to me and looking very impatient.

What on earth could he want with me? I hadn’t been listening to Mum’s conversation at all, so I didn’t know what she’d told him about Lyndz and her family. Maybe he was going to explain to me why they couldn’t stay with us after all. I braced myself for the worst.

“Er, h-hello?” I stammered, taking the phone from Mum.

“Kenny! How are you?” a warm chuckly voice asked.

Now any adult who calls me Kenny instead of my stupid proper name is all right by me.

“Fine thanks!” I grinned.

“So I’m finally going to meet you and one of your friends – two for the price of one, eh?” he guffawed.

“Erm yes, thanks for letting Lyndz come too, Great Uncle Bob,” I said. “We really appreciate it.”

“The more the merrier. How are the rest of your Sleepover chums?” he asked.

Well, you could have knocked me down with a feather! How on earth did he know about them?

“Erm, fine thanks,” I whispered. I was beginning to see why Mum thought the guy was a bit strange.

“It seems such a pity that only one of your friends is going to accompany you up to Bonny Scotland. How about inviting the others as well? What are their names again? Frankie, Fliss and who’s the other one?”

The guy was seriously starting to spook me out now.

“R-Rosie!” I squeaked.

“Ah yes, that’s the one!” he chuckled. “I love reading about your sleepover exploits in your Christmas letters!”

Phew! So that’s how he knew about the Sleepover gang. (Mum makes us write these stupid letters to our rellies at Crimbo time and I always fill mine with stuff about our best sleepovers and of course news of Leicester City FC!)

Anyway, when I’d recovered myself I suddenly realised what Great Uncle Bob had suggested. It was like he could really read my mind!

“Thanks, Great Uncle Bob!” I screamed. “That’d be brilliant! I’ll ask them all tomorrow.”

“Oh Kenny – there’s just one thing before you go.”

“Yes?”

“Do you think you could just call me ‘Uncle Bob’? I don’t want to feel like a doting old fool just yet!”

I grinned. “OK Uncle Bob, you’ve got it. See ya!”

I handed the phone over to Dad, who was hovering by my shoulder. This was just wicked! I couldn’t wait to see the others at school the next day. But I was going to make sure that I had some fun with them first.

The next morning I was in the playground first for once. As soon as Rosie appeared, I started doing this crazy jig.

“You look like a turkey with a firework up its bottom!” she shrieked. “What on earth are you doing?”

“The highland fling!” I shouted, throwing myself into my dancing with gusto. “Lyndz and I have to learn it for Uncle Bob’s party. It’s going to be wicked.”

“Oh!” Rosie’s face fell. “Right.”

“Yeah, he has this mega big party every year and we’re going to be there for it. It’s going to be ace! Hey Lyndz, I’m going to have to teach you the highland fling before we go up to Scotland, you know!”

Lyndz was walking into the playground with Frankie and Fliss. She looked kind of embarrassed when I mentioned the Scottish trip, like she didn’t want to upset the others or something. But I didn’t let that stop me.

“Uncle Bob’s got this stonking great pile of a house. It’s really mega. You’d love it, guys!” I looked round the others then clapped my hand over my mouth. “Oops sorry, I forgot! Still, Lyndz and I’ll tell you all about it when we get back, won’t we?”

Lyndz just went bright red and looked at her feet. The others looked seriously peeved.

But I didn’t stop there. By lunchtime I’d told them that Uncle Bob had hundreds of servants, including chefs who could knock up any delicacy you fancied. I’d also told them how all the guests at his party would be in the height of fashion and dripping in diamonds. You should have seen their faces! Honestly, if looks could kill, I’d be dead a million times over.

I was just about to launch into a description of Uncle Bob’s (imaginary) helicopter and speedboat when Frankie snarled:

“OK McKenzie, I think we get the picture! You and Lyndz are going to have a fantastic time in Scotland and we’re not. Well quite frankly I pity Lyndz. I wouldn’t want to spend all my half-term with such a bragger. I don’t know what’s got into you, Kenny. You’re not the same girl we used to know.”

The others stared at me hard and shook their heads. Even Lyndz was looking at me sadly.

“We wouldn’t come to Scotland with you if you paid us, would we girls?” Frankie growled.

“No way!”

“No thanks!”

I grinned. My plan had worked.

“Well that’s a pity,” I said innocently. “Because I was going to ask you all if you wanted to come with us too!”

“You’re kidding!” The others started doing impressions of goldfishes with their mouths open.

“No, straight up,” I admitted. “Uncle Bob invited you himself last night. I was just winding you up to pay you back for being so mean yesterday!”

“Kenny, you creep!” Frankie leapt on to my back.

“Still, if you’re not going to come it doesn’t matter,” I shrugged, shaking her off.

“‘Course we will, you dill!” Frankie grinned. “Especially if your Uncle’s place is as fantastic as you say.”

“Ah well, I actually made that up!” I confessed. “I’ve never even been there myself. It could be one big run-down old shack for all I know.”

“Oh well, in that case,” Rosie said jokingly, “I don’t think we should go. What do you think, Fliss?”

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