Sue Mongredien – Sleepover Girls Go Splash! (страница 3)

Mrs Weaver soon cut her down to size, though. “And Emma, we don’t like tell-tales in this class, so you can wipe that grin off your face,” she said. “Now then! Let’s see if we can get through the rest of this test without any more dramas!”

Kenny and I exchanged looks. Trust one of the M&Ms to stick a big fat nose into our business.

As you probably guessed, me and Rosie didn’t do very well on the maths test in the end, thanks to old supergrass Hughesy. Mrs Weaver handed our papers back, not looking very impressed.

“Tomorrow’s Friday, and it’ll be the last test of the week, as you all know,” she said, “so let’s see if we can get some better scores, please! I don’t know what’s up with you all this morning but some people obviously aren’t at their brightest. Let’s do some long division, to see if THAT will get your brains in gear.”

Ugh! She was in a bad mood now, if she was making us do MORE maths. We were all relieved when it was break time, and we could get outside for a breather. But by now, Rosie was grumpy and fed up, I was feeling completely thick as I’d got all the long-division sums wrong, and even Kenny was still a bit growly after being told off.

Luckily, Fliss managed to cheer us up. “I’ve been thinking,” she started, as we went out into the playground.

“Does it hurt?” Kenny muttered.

Fliss ignored her. “Shall we have the sleepover at mine tomorrow night?” she said. “We could make it a swimming theme, you know, because of the swimathon!”

“Will your mum mind us coming round?” I asked. Everything’s been a bit hectic at their house lately, what with the twins coming along. Even Fliss hasn’t looked her usual immaculate self – which tells you how much hard work they must be!

Fliss shrugged. “No, I’m sure she won’t mind,” she said. “She suggested it, anyway. Said she didn’t want to let appearances slip, just because of the twins.”

“What a trooper!” Frankie said. “That’s what we like – a mum who knows the importance of a good sleepover.” Then she frowned. “What do you mean by a swimming theme though?”

Fliss’s face fell. “Well… actually, I couldn’t think of anything specific,” she confessed. “I was hoping one of you lot would have some ideas.”

“We could… er… all wear blue, like water,” Rosie suggested, screwing her face up as she said it. “No, that’s far too boring!”

“Practise swimming up and down the bath?” I said.

“We could watch Titanic!” Fliss said, brightening. She must have seen that film about fifty times by now. “Although I suppose that’s more about drowning than swimming, isn’t it?”

“It’s a shame it’s not summer – we could have had a water fight in the back garden,” Kenny said wistfully.

Frankie looked up at the grey cloudy sky, and shivered. “Not on your nelly!” she said firmly. “We’d all get hypothermia!”

“Well, everyone get their thinking heads on, anyway,” Fliss said. “We’ve got a whole day to come up with other stuff we can do – so everyone bring something with a swimming theme to my house tomorrow night, six o’clock sharp!”

Most Fridays, without fail, my first thought when I wake up is, “Yay! Sleepover day!” My mum reckons it’s the only day of the week when she doesn’t have to physically drag me out of bed! I always wake up feeling really excited and raring to go. OK, so there’s a day of school to get through before we can start having fun, but somehow, that goes much faster when you know there’s a lovely sleepover waiting for you at the end of it. And then after THAT, it’s the weekend!

I was halfway through my breakfast when I suddenly remembered the swimming theme Fliss had suggested.

“Mum, have you got any ideas about what I can take to Fliss’s tonight?” I asked, and then told her the whole story. My mum used to be a teacher and now runs a playgroup, so she always has lots of good ideas.

She thought for a minute as she buttered her toast. “Does it have to be strictly swimming, or could it stretch to playing in water, do you reckon?” she said. “Because we’ve got beach balls and rubber rings and things you could take along.”

“I’ve got Jaws on video if you want to borrow it,” said Tom, my second oldest brother. “As long as you PROMISE not to wreck it.”

“And as long as no-one’s going to have nightmares,” Mum put in at once.

“Hmm, maybe,” I said slowly. Even though I love all animals, sharks are a bit scary, I think – but I certainly wasn’t going to tell Tom that!

“There are lots of silly swimming hats in the dressing-up box, too,” Mum said. “You know, the ones Auntie Vera gave us, with all the plastic flowers on them?”

“Yeah, excellent!” I said, with a giggle. “I can just see Kenny in one of them!”

“Come on,” she said, standing up and taking her toast with her. “Let’s see what we can find!”

The others must all have been thinking hard about what to bring for the sleepover, too, because on Friday night, when we got to Fliss’s, there was a whole heap of weird and wonderful goodies.

Kenny had brought flippers, face masks and a blow-up lilo.

Frankie had a rubber ring, two pairs of arm bands and some goggles.

Fliss had her Titanic video (surprise, surprise!) and had dug out a selection of swimming costumes for Rosie to choose from.

And Rosie had brought along her Supa Scuba board game, plus a huge bag of mini Mars bars. “I thought we’d get hungry with all this talk of swimming,” she explained.

“Right,” said Fliss uncertainly. “So what are we going to do with this lot, then?”

We looked at the wacky assortment in front of us, and all five of us burst out laughing at the sight. Good point – what WERE we going to do with it all? Kenny put on a bright pink swimming hat with plastic daisies that I’d brought along and batted her eyelashes, and we all laughed even harder.

“Suits YOU!” we all chorused, still giggling.

Frankie was getting a familiar kind of gleam in her eye, though. The kind of gleam that said, “Idea alert!”.

“Uh-oh – Frankie’s brain is ticking away,” I said. “Any second now she’s going to say…”

“I’ve got an idea!” she said, grinning. “How about a dressing-up obstacle race?”

“A what?” Rosie spluttered.

“We’ll race against the clock, one by one,” Frankie told us. “You start off over here, by the door, yeah? Then you have to jump into the rubber ring, pull it up over your head and off again, then put on the flippers and run over to the window…”

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