Narinder Dhami - Mega Sleepover 4

So much for that idea. I knew that I could do with bashing someone about to make me feel better.

It was pretty gloomy in Rosie’s room. We had to turn on the light even though it wasn’t very late. The dark sky and rain outside made it feel like November again.

I hate it when everyone is really quiet. I felt that I should say something to break the silence.

“The way that window smashed! It was way cool!” I said. The others shot me a look.

“Kenny!” warned Frankie. “Shut up can’t you?”

“Sorry for breathing!” I snapped back. What was wrong with everybody?

“It’s going to look like a squat isn’t it?” mumbled Rosie through her tears.

“What do you mean?” asked Lyndz.

“With the window boarded up. Everybody’s going to think that I live in some run-down shack,” Rosie wailed.

“Don’t be silly!” I said. “It’ll only be for one night, then someone can replace the window tomorrow, or Monday at the latest. No one’s even going to notice it.” Rosie stopped crying.

“Actually Rosie, you look pretty awful,” I laughed. “We’ll have to do something about those red eyes. It’s just not a good look for you, darling!” The others laughed too.

“Come on then Fliss. Do your stuff with that make-up!” I said.

“Are you having make-up on as well?” asked Rosie.

I could feel the others all staring at me. Now you know me and make-up. Yeuch! is all I can say. But this was an exception, and I only did it for Rosie because she was so upset. I’ll admit it: for the first – and last – time, I let Fliss make me up. The others were more bothered about that than having their own make-up done. And usually they all argue about who should have theirs done first and which eye shadow they should wear. On the birthday Saturday, they stood about watching me with their chins scraping the floor. I mean p-lease! Anyone would think I was some rare animal in a zoo or something.

“So, how do I look?” I asked pouting and posing like a model.

“Wicked!”

“Coo-el!”

“You really ought to wear it more often. It really suits you,” said Fliss standing back to admire her handiwork.

“Ta very much!” I shrieked, pretending to be upset. “Are you saying that I’m ugly the rest of the time?”

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