Rose Impey – Mega Sleepover 1 (страница 3)
show your bottom when you do
gymnastics
4. Slippers
5. Toothbrush, toothpaste, soap etc
6. Towel
7. Teddy
8. A creepy story
9. Food for a midnight feast:
chocolate, crisps, sweeties,
biscuits and any other yummy
foods you can bring.
10. A torch
11. Hairbrush
12. Hair things like a bobble or hairband, if you need them
13. Clean knickers and socks. And a smelly bag for old ones!
14. Sleepover diary
For the wedding:
15. Wedding clothes
16. Camera
17. Confetti
We all keep a diary. Sometimes we read each other bits out of them, but they are
I wrote in mine:
I went in a taxi for the first time last week when we went to London. It was class.
Kenny was writing loads in hers, all about what she’d learned about how babies are made. She read it out to us. Kenny’s going to be a doctor, like her dad, when she grows up. She says you have to be really tough to be a doctor. She loves anything with blood in it. And she knows all about babies and things. She wrote:
Felicity started to giggle. “I am,” she said. “I’m going to marry Ryan Scott and have lots of children and run a playgroup.”
Ryan Scott is a boy in our class. Kenny made a being-sick noise.
I said, “He’s the saddest thing on earth.”
“Boys smell,” said Lyndz, wrinkling her nose. And Lyndz has four brothers, so she should know.
“How do you like boys?” I asked Rosie.
“In a sandwich,” she said, “with tomato ketchup and chips on the side.”
“Yeah! good one,” I said.
Suddenly thinking about chips made us all feel hungry. It wasn’t midnight yet, but we decided to have our midnight feast. I sneaked downstairs to get a big bowl and we put everything in it. There was fizzy rock, Black Jacks, Fruit Salads, chewy dinosaurs, jelly babies, a Snickers bar, and a bag of cheese and onion crisps. We passed it round and started talking about Brownies.
“It’s no fun any more,” said Kenny.
It’s true. It used to be supercool, but it’s boring these days.
“Brown Owl’s always in a razz.”
“She used to be really nice,” said Lyndz.
“It’s because she’s fallen out with her boyfriend,” said Fliss. “Auntie Jill told me.” Fliss’s Auntie Jill is Snowy Owl, that’s how she knows so much. “She told my mum Brown Owl might give up running Brownies because she just doesn’t feel interested in anything any more.”
“That’s a shame,” said Lyndsey. “I feel—”
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“Well, I do! It’s horrid when somebody gets dumped.”
“You should see my mum,” said Rosie. “Since my dad left, she looks much happier.”
But you could tell by the way she said it that Rosie wasn’t happy. We knew she was missing her dad, but we didn’t know what to say to cheer her up.
It was half past twelve and there was nothing left to eat. We were lying in the dark with our torches on, starting to get dozy. We were trying hard to stay awake. After all, the whole idea of sleepover is
Lyndz is always the first to drop off. We could hear her sucking her thumb. Then Fliss started sniffing, which she always does, so Kenny and I played pass the sniff. We do it at school in silent reading, it drives Mrs Weaver mad. Then Rosie joined in, which made me and Kenny giggle. Suddenly Kenny sat up in bed. She’d had this idea.
“Why don’t we find her a
“Who?” said Rosie.
“Brown Owl, of course.”
“How would we do that?” I said. I meant, where would you look? There isn’t exactly a shop to go to.
“Well, there must be someone out there,” said Kenny.
“Mmm,” Rosie agreed.
I was just dropping off, which is the time when I get most of my brilliant ideas. “What about Dishy Dave?” I said, yawning.
“Who’s Dishy Dave?” said Rosie.
But I was too tired to explain. “Tell you … in the… morn… ing,” I said, and fell asleep.
We usually wake up in the opposite order to the way we go to sleep. Lyndz is always awake first and once
So she woke us all up squealing and giggling. The next thing, she’d got the hiccups. When Lyndz gets hiccups, she really gets hiccups. She could get in the
We’ve tried all sorts of ways of curing her of them: a cold key down her back, giving her a fright, standing on her head – No, not us standing on her head! – wet flannels, pinching her nose, making her sing “God Save the Queen” backwards. But best of all is pressing down hard with your thumbs on the palm of her hand, while she holds her breath.
But the minute you wake up in the morning is not a time when your brain is working well. So it took a bit longer than usual, and the longer the hiccups went on, the pinker Lyndz’s face got and the more she hiccuped. In the end I managed it with my magic thumbs, but some people are never grateful.
“That really hurt,” she complained, rubbing her hand.
“Oh, tell me about it,” I said. I thought my thumbs would never recover. Then I tripped over the camp bed, which folded under me, so I ended up on the floor too.
Lyndz made the mistake of laughing. OK, I thought,
Teddy fights are one of our favourite things. Sometimes we use pillows, but the best fights are with squishy-poos. A squishy-poo is a sleeping bag filled with clothes and things, which you whack each other with while balancing on a bed. That’s one of our International Gladiator events. But you need plenty of room for that.
When it’s a teddy fight, Stanley always wins because he’s stuffed really hard and he’s quite big. You can see the other bears tremble when they see him coming. Stanley is unbeatable.
I could see Rosie watching us again, thinking