Sleepover Girls in the Ring

  Sleepover Girls

  in the Ring

  by Fiona Cummings

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Have you been Invited to all these Sleepovers?

  Sleepover Kit List

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  Hiya! I haven’t seen you for a while. We’ve been having a pretty wild time lately – that’s why we haven’t been around much. Guess where we’ve been? Go on! It’s tough, you’ll never get it. Do you give up? OK then, I’ll tell you! We’ve only been in a circus, that’s where. I knew you’d be amazed! The whole thing’s amazed us, I can tell you. Not to mention our parents – although I don’t really want to talk about that right now, it’s too depressing. Because if they get their way, the Sleepover Club is finally finished – curtain down, finito!

  Now you’re looking miserable too, and we can’t have that. If I tell you what we’ve been up to, it’s bound to cheer you up. But if you hear anyone calling out “Kenny!” in a bellyaching kind of voice, just ignore them. It’ll be Molly my stupid sister, and I’ve just about had enough of her. If it wasn’t for her, our parents wouldn’t be so mad with us now.

  Anyway, I’m on my way to meet the others to decide how to get round our parents. I mean, we’ve been in messes before, as you well know, but nothing like this. This time it’s BA-AD!

  How did it all start? I hear you ask. Well, I’ll tell you.

  Right next to our school, there’s this piece of open land. People hold car-boot sales on it and stuff like that. But generally it’s empty, and kids just use it as a cut-through to school.

  Well, one week there was loads of activity there. First they sealed it off so no-one could walk across it. Then loads of men in wellies appeared, making notes on clip-boards. After that, different men started marking things out on the ground. Fliss got all squeamish when she saw that and swore they were drawing around dead bodies! Then finally one day, a whole load of lorries appeared and started putting up all these really big metal poles.

  “They must be building something,” remarked Rosie as we were walking home.

  “They look like enormous tent poles to me!” Lyndz chipped in.

  “Yeah, right!” I chortled. “Like anyone would just go and put up an enormous tent right next to school.”

  But do you know what? That’s exactly what someone did do. It was there in all its glory when I walked to school the next morning. And by the time we left school in the afternoon, the land was full of caravans and cars and there seemed to be hundreds of people milling about.

  “I know what it is!” shrieked Fliss when she saw all the activity. “It’s going to be a circus!”

  “Cool!”

  “Wicked!”

  The rest of us were really excited, but Lyndz went all sniffy and frosty.

  “It’s not cool having animals cooped up in cages just so they can come out and perform for ten minutes a night,” she said. “It’s cruel and unkind.”

  Now I don’t know about you, but I was amazed to hear Lyndz say that. I mean, we all know how mad Lyndz is about horses, don’t we? I thought she’d love to see them with plumes and everything, prancing about in a circus.

  Fliss must have been thinking the same thing, because she piped up, “I thought you liked seeing animals, Lyndz.”

  “Not when they’re caged up with no freedom, I don’t,” Lyndz snapped back.

  We could tell that there’d be no shifting Lyndz’s opinion, so the rest of us just exchanged glances and kept quiet. And we kept quiet every day when we passed the circus, and Lyndz tutted and sighed and said how terrible it all was. Part of me knew that she was right, of course, but part of me really wanted to go to the circus to see the clowns and the trapeze artists and all that other stuff.

  So it was a huge relief all round when we saw the first poster advertising the circus. It announced:

  “See that?” I prodded the poster excitedly. “It’s ‘all human’! That means there’s not an animal in sight.” I turned to Lyndz. “So now do you think you might just get the teensiest bit excited about there being a circus in town?”

  Lyndz blushed. “I guess so,” she admitted.

  “Hey guys, look!” Rosie was still studying the poster and jiggling up and down with excitement. “The first performance is on Saturday next week. That’s your birthday, Lyndz! Now that you approve of circuses, we could all come here to celebrate. What do you say?”

  We all looked eagerly at Lyndz.

  “We-e-ell,” she said very slowly. “Seeing as there are no animals involved, that sounds like a great idea!”

  We whooped and cheered and did high fives.

  “Wicked!”

  “Brilliant!”

  “Sad cases!”

  That last comment was our arch-rivals, the M&Ms. Emily Berryman and Emma Hughes are these dweeby girls in our class who always try to spoil our fun, but there was no way that anyone was going to spoil our excitement today. We just pulled faces at them until they’d disappeared out of sight.

  Before we split up to go our separate ways, Lyndz said, “Remember to ask whether you can come to the circus next week.”

  “Will we be having a sleepover afterwards too?” Rosie asked expectantly.

  The smile disappeared from Lyndz’s face and she shook her head. “Na-ah. Dad’s doing some work on the side of the house, so there’s a great gaping hole in one of the walls and part of the roof’s off. Mum doesn’t want the responsibility of anyone coming and injuring themselves. Sorry!”

  To tell you the truth, that kind of put a damper on things. We always have a sleepover to celebrate our birthdays. But we didn’t want to go on about it too much because Lyndz looked dead upset.

  “Never mind. We’ll have a great time at the circus, won’t we?” giggled Frankie, pretending she was a clown juggling with imaginary balls.

  “What are you doing?” I ribbed her. “You look like a performing seal, and there aren’t any of those in this circus, remember?”

  She whacked me on the back and, laughing, we all went our separate ways.

  When I got home I was dying to tell Mum all about the circus, but Molly was already there, boring her to death about something Edward stupid Marsh had done.

  You remember my brain-dead sister, don’t you? And how she has absolutely nothing interesting going on in her life? Well, now she spends all her time talking about this new boy in her class. He’s called Edward Marsh, and we hear his stupid name about a million times a day. “Edward Marsh said this…” “Edward Marsh did that…”. Bo-ring! To listen to Molly you’d think he was some kind of god.

  Anyway, when I did manage to get a word in, I told Mum all about Circus Jamboree. But before Mum could say anything, Molly piped up:

  “Edward Marsh told me about that. He said it’s supposed to be really brilliant.”

  “Bully for Edward Marsh,” I spat back. “If he’s so wonderful I’m surprised he’s not starring in the circus. All by himself. He could manage that, couldn’t he?”

  “Well actually, he’s—”

  I groaned. I didn’t want to listen to any more about Edward Marsh, so I yelled over the top of her: “Mum! Is it OK if I go to the circus next Saturday for Lyndz’s birthday?”

  That shut Molly up. She went all quiet and flounced out of the room. I called out after her:

  “Ha-ha! I’m going to the circus and you’re n
ot!”

  I heard her stomp upstairs and slam our bedroom door. Yeah! One-nil!

  The next morning we all met up by the poster advertising the circus.

  “Well?” Lyndz asked eagerly. “Mum and Dad said they’d take us. Can you come?”

  We all started chattering at once, and it took a while before we realised that everyone was up for it.

  “And I’ve got even more news!” announced Fliss dramatically. “Mum says that we can celebrate Lyndz’s birthday at my house!”

  “You mean a sleepover? Brill!”

  We all started leaping about.

  “Er wait, no!” Fliss squeaked. We all looked at her. “What Mum said was that we can have a birthday tea for Lyndz at my place on Sunday afternoon.”

  “Oh!”

  It was impossible to hide our disappointment, but Lyndz recovered the quickest.

  “That’s great Fliss, really kind!” she smiled. “It means my birthday’s going to last all weekend. How cool is that?”

  We all laughed, but we knew that no way was tea at Fliss’s going to be as much fun as a sleepover. I mean, for one thing, Fliss’s mum virtually dusts us down as soon as we get through the door. It kind of takes all the pleasure out of things, if you know what I mean. And now that she’s pregnant, she’s probably even worse. (Yup – with twins, would you believe? But that, I guess, is another story.) Still, tea at her place was better than nothing.

  We somehow managed to get through the week before the circus, and by the time Saturday came round I was dead excited. I put on my clean Leicester City football shirt and my best pair of jeans and went downstairs to wait for Lyndz. Her parents have this great big van, so they were collecting us all on the way to the circus. Molly was downstairs too, looking anxiously out of the window.

  “Don’t tell me. You’re going to rush out and tell Lyndz that I’m ill and that you’re going to take my place instead!” I teased.

  “I’m going out too, if you must know!” she said smugly.

  Actually, she was done up like a dog’s dinner: new skirt, best shoes, loads of make-up.

  “You’re not going to be sad and wander about hoping that Edward Marsh will actually notice you, are you?” I chortled.

  “Shut up, Kenny!” Molly thumped me hard on the back.

  I would have flattened her, I swear, but I heard the van pull up and saw Lyndz running to the door.

  The circus Big Top was amazing when we got there. I mean, it looked quite small from the outside, but when we got in and found our seats it seemed ENORMOUS. It smelt a bit damp and earthy, but it felt surprisingly warm.

  “Look how high those trapezes are!” marvelled Frankie, pointing way up towards the roof of the tent. “And there isn’t a safety net either!”

  Shivers spread down my spine. I love doing daredevil things, but that looked a bit too scary, even for me. Fliss said she felt sick just looking up there.

  More and more people crowded in until the tent was packed. Then there was a drum roll and a spotlight shone into the centre of the ring. A tall figure in a fancy red suit ran into it and introduced himself as the Ringmaster of Circus Jamboree. He told us a bit about what we’d be seeing – then it was on with the show!

  I can’t really begin to describe everything to you, there was too much to take in all at once. There were these amazing contortionists who actually sat on their own heads! And whilst they were performing, there were also acrobats doing flick-flacks and cartwheels, not just by themselves but in sort of formation. If they’d got their timing wrong, well – I don’t even want to think about how badly they’d have been injured. And there were jugglers who juggled with everything from chairs to balls of fire. Amazing! And that was only in the first half! By the time the Ringmaster announced that there was going to be an interval, I felt totally exhausted!

  “Isn’t it brilliant!” gasped Rosie. “I didn’t know where to look next!”

  “And did you notice that there are three performers who look about our age?” asked Fliss. “Fancy being able to do all that! It was just unbelievable!”

  “Are you enjoying it, girls?” asked Lyndz’s mum. “Anyone fancy an ice-cream? I think there’s someone selling them over there.”

  Frankie nudged me. “That’s not… no, it can’t be!” she said.

  “Who?”

  “I thought I saw Molly, that’s all.”

  “WHAT? WHERE?”

  She pointed. Just in front of the woman selling ice-creams, there did appear to be someone who looked suspiciously like Molly. And she was sitting with a couple of girls I recognised from her class.

  “Come on!” I urged Frankie, and I started picking my way through the crowds towards them.

  “Are you going to have a word with her?” asked Frankie, following me.

  “Yeah, you could say that!” I smirked.

  I’d had this great plan. I was going to embarrass her in front of the whole circus, and particularly in front of her stupid mates. It was obvious that Molly still hadn’t spotted me, so I got down on all fours and crawled along the empty row of seats at the back of her. And as I crawled, I planned what to do. Making her jump wouldn’t be enough. I’d have to do something really loud to attract the maximum attention.

  Then it hit me. What is Molly always boring us at home with? You’ve guessed it. When I was immediately behind her I stood up and yelled at the top of my voice:

  “EDWARD MARSH!”

  The whole place went silent. Then a voice piped up.

  “Yes! Who wants me?”

  Well, you could have knocked me down with a feather. I hadn’t actually expected Edward Marsh to be there, I’d just wanted to embarrass Molly by shouting out his name!!

  Someone tapped me on the shoulder.

  “I said, who wants me?” the same boy’s voice addressed me coolly.

  I turned round – and found my face covered in ice-cream.

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” smirked this blond creep of a boy, holding a more than slightly splodged cone. “It must have slipped!”

  Molly was sitting back on her seat again and was spluttering with laughter. “Ignore my stupid sister, Edward,” she said, flashing a creepy smile at the boy. “She must have a personality disorder!”

  “At least I’ve got a personality!” I snarled back, wiping ice-cream off my cheeks.

  “Who was that boy?” squealed Fliss when we came back again. “Babe or what? Er, Kenny – did you know you had ice-cream on your face?”

  That was the last thing I needed, everybody thinking Molly had got some dreamboat boyfriend.

  “He’s a moron!” I snapped. “Just like my stupid sister.”

  I was seething inside, and my face was still sticky from the ice-cream. I wished I’d never come to this stupid circus in the first place.

  I held that thought for precisely thirty seconds, because once the performers started doing their stuff again, I was totally entranced. There were people spinning plates and people on stilts and people who combined the two. There were unicyclists who went up and down ramps, and one who even rode on the tightrope!

  But the most amazing were the trapeze artists. They were so elegant and graceful, but all the time you knew that one false move and they could be dead. We all cheered like mad when they came down and took their bow, even Fliss, and she hadn’t seen any of their act because she’d had her hands in front of her eyes all the time.

  But I think my favourite act was the clowns. They were just sooo funny. We all still had tears streaming down our faces as we were driving home.

  “That was the best birthday ever!” grinned Lyndz.

  “No kidding!” I agreed. “It’s going to take some beating!”

  “Well don’t forget you’ve the tea party to look forward to tomorrow!” Fliss chimed in.

  The rest of us looked at each other.

  “How much excitement can we handle?”

  Frankie mumbled under her breath.

  I was home before Molly, because apparently Edward
precious Marsh’s parents had taken Molly and the other girls out for a pizza.

  I was asleep before Molly came in, and I got up before she did in the morning so I didn’t have to go over the whole Edward Marsh at the circus thing. Although I was sure that she would have told Mum and Dad all about it anyway.

  It seemed ages to wait until going to Fliss’s for tea, so I decided to practise a few circus skills. I mean, juggling a few balls couldn’t be that difficult, surely? Well, let me tell you, it’s a lot more difficult than it looks. I started messing about with two tennis balls, just throwing them from hand to hand. Easy-peasy. Then I tried to add a third. It was impossible. I dropped them, I threw them all at the same time, I just couldn’t get the hang of it at all. I was getting really frustrated by the time Mum called me in for lunch.

  “You’d better not eat too much if Nikky’s put on a spread for tea,” Mum told me.

  “Are you kidding?” I scoffed. “Fliss’s mum will have made a few sandwiches cut into pretty little shapes and some fairy cakes. I wouldn’t even feel full if I ate everything she put out on the table!”

  “Let’s hope there’s ice-cream, though,” said Dad dryly. “You like ice-cream, don’t you Laura?”

  Mum, Dad, Molly and my older sister Emma all started to laugh. I don’t know what I was madder about – the others making fun of me or Dad using my horrible name. At least they weren’t going to give me a lecture about my behaviour though, which was a result.

  “Just try to behave this afternoon, Kenny,” Mum said firmly as she dropped me at Fliss’s. “Nikky’s a bit delicate now that she’s pregnant, and you know what happens when she gets upset.”

  Yeah, she goes into a five-star tizz, that’s what – and we didn’t want that at all. Especially as she’s expecting twins. She might go into a ten-star tizz!

  So there I was on my best behaviour, and everything seemed to be going well. We all managed to smile and be polite, even when Fliss’s mum made us take off our shoes the minute we walked through the door. We even grinned and entered into the party spirit when she made us play silly children’s games like we were three or something. I mean, it was dead embarrassing sitting there playing Pass the Parcel and Musical Statues. And you couldn’t really tell whether Fliss’s mum was having a laugh or whether she was practising for future birthday parties with the little baby twins. I wasn’t wrong about the tea either.