Narinder Dhami - Vive le Sleepover Club!

“Maybe it means – this way to the haunted attic!” Kenny suggested, with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“No, it doesn’t.” Frankie had gone back into the bedroom to get her phrasebook. “It means we can’t go up there. It’s private.”

Fliss looked relieved.

“Oh, well…” Kenny grinned round at us. “We’ll just have to wait until tomorrow night when we have our first sleepover, won’t we? Then we’ll be able to explore!”

“I’m sure I heard noises coming from that attic last night!”

Frankie sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. It was morning, and the sunshine was streaming through the windows. We all sat up in our beds and stared at her.

“You’re making it up!” Fliss said fearfully.

I hadn’t heard anything at all. By the time we’d unpacked and then had something to eat, we were all pretty tired and I’d slept really soundly.

“No, I did!” Frankie insisted. “It was just after we’d gone to bed, but all the rest of you were snoring your heads off!”

“I reckon you’re having us on,” Kenny said.

“No, I’m not!” Frankie insisted, but we all chucked our pillows in her direction and then jumped on her.

We were starving, so we dashed down to breakfast at eight o’clock sharp. The rest of the school party were just coming in too, along with the teachers, and there were a few other guests in the dining room, mostly Japanese and British tourists. We managed to bag a table on our own, well away from the M&Ms and the teachers.

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