up with someone who’s never raced before, or a complete dork.”
“Like Alana Banana,” Rosie muttered.
“We might as well not bother entering the race if we have to go with Alana Banana,” I
said firmly. “I’d rather let Zebedee drive for us!”
“Maybe we just shouldn’t bother turning up tomorrow,” Fliss suggested.
“That might be the best thing,” I agreed. I couldn’t bear to think of Josh Stevens being all smug because he’d beaten us.
“But what if Charlie’s found someone else to be in our team?” Lyndz pointed out.
We all sighed. We just couldn’t make our minds up.
“I think we should vote on it,” Frankie suggested. “Let’s write down what we think in our diaries.”
So we all grabbed our Sleepover diaries and got writing. Then we passed them round and read each other’s. Lyndz’s was covered in cat hairs, and read:
I think we should go to the track tomorrow just in case Charlie’s persuaded Josh to change his mind, And if she hasn’t, we’re sure to find someone else to be in our team. It won’t be the same as having Frankie, though .
Mine said:
If Frankie’s not in our team, I can’t see much point in taking part. I mean, we’re supposed to be the Sleepover Club team. But if everyone else wants to go, I will.
Fliss’s said:
I think we should definitely ask Callum. But if he’s rubbish, then I’ll get the blame. Maybe we shouldn’t go at all. Oh, I don’t know… Help!
Rosie’s was:
I think we should go to the track tomorrow and find another driver. Charlie can help us to get someone good, not dopey Alana Banana.
And Frankie wrote:
I’d feel really bad if everyone pulled out of the race because of me. I think you should give it a go.
So it was three votes to two. We were going to take part in that team race, with or without Frankie.
“Looks like we’re gonna be back at the track tomorrow then, folks,” I said slowly.
The others all looked at me solemnly and nodded.
“Let’s just hope we find someone good to take Frankie’s place…”
“How did you get on, Charlie?”
“Did you find us another driver?”
“Did you talk to Josh?”
“Is he going to let Frankie race?”
“What did the little creep say?” (That was me.)
We’d just arrived at the track the following morning, and the minute we spotted Charlie, we rushed over to her. But one look at her face told us the news wasn’t good.
“Sorry, girls,” she muttered, looking embarrassed. “I did my best, but he won’t withdraw that complaint. He was sayingsomething about salt in a glass of Coke?”
I turned pink. “Yeah, well, he deserved it.”
“So now we’ve got to see about getting you another driver,” Charlie said briskly. “I’ve asked around some of my mates, but all their younger brothers and sisters are already in teams.”
“So what are we going to do?” Fliss wailed.
“Watch the practice sessions before the races,” Charlie advised us. “Then you can see which drivers are good, and ask them if they’d be interested in joining your team. And I’ll keep asking around, OK?”
We all nodded gloomily. We hadn’t really expected Charlie to persuade Josh, but I guess we’d all been secretly hoping that she would. Now we knew for sure that Frankie wasn’t going to be taking part, we all felt a bit sick.
“Oh, well, I didn’t really think Snooty Stevens would back down,” Frankie remarked, trying not to sound gutted as Charlie hurried off.
“No,” we all agreed sadly.
To make things worse, Alana Bananasuddenly appeared, and wandered over to us.
“Hi,” she said dozily. “Have you found someone to take Frankie’s place yet?”
“No,” I muttered. If Alana Banana was the only person at the track that morning who wasn’t in a team, we’d either have to have her in ours or go home without competing. Either way, Josh Stevens would be laughing his head off.
“Oh,” Alana shrugged. “Well, I just came to tell you I can’t race with you.
“Like Alana Banana,” Rosie muttered.
“We might as well not bother entering the race if we have to go with Alana Banana,” I
said firmly. “I’d rather let Zebedee drive for us!”
“Maybe we just shouldn’t bother turning up tomorrow,” Fliss suggested.
“That might be the best thing,” I agreed. I couldn’t bear to think of Josh Stevens being all smug because he’d beaten us.
“But what if Charlie’s found someone else to be in our team?” Lyndz pointed out.
We all sighed. We just couldn’t make our minds up.
“I think we should vote on it,” Frankie suggested. “Let’s write down what we think in our diaries.”
So we all grabbed our Sleepover diaries and got writing. Then we passed them round and read each other’s. Lyndz’s was covered in cat hairs, and read:
I think we should go to the track tomorrow just in case Charlie’s persuaded Josh to change his mind, And if she hasn’t, we’re sure to find someone else to be in our team. It won’t be the same as having Frankie, though .
Mine said:
If Frankie’s not in our team, I can’t see much point in taking part. I mean, we’re supposed to be the Sleepover Club team. But if everyone else wants to go, I will.
Fliss’s said:
I think we should definitely ask Callum. But if he’s rubbish, then I’ll get the blame. Maybe we shouldn’t go at all. Oh, I don’t know… Help!
Rosie’s was:
I think we should go to the track tomorrow and find another driver. Charlie can help us to get someone good, not dopey Alana Banana.
And Frankie wrote:
I’d feel really bad if everyone pulled out of the race because of me. I think you should give it a go.
So it was three votes to two. We were going to take part in that team race, with or without Frankie.
“Looks like we’re gonna be back at the track tomorrow then, folks,” I said slowly.
The others all looked at me solemnly and nodded.
“Let’s just hope we find someone good to take Frankie’s place…”
“How did you get on, Charlie?”
“Did you find us another driver?”
“Did you talk to Josh?”
“Is he going to let Frankie race?”
“What did the little creep say?” (That was me.)
We’d just arrived at the track the following morning, and the minute we spotted Charlie, we rushed over to her. But one look at her face told us the news wasn’t good.
“Sorry, girls,” she muttered, looking embarrassed. “I did my best, but he won’t withdraw that complaint. He was sayingsomething about salt in a glass of Coke?”
I turned pink. “Yeah, well, he deserved it.”
“So now we’ve got to see about getting you another driver,” Charlie said briskly. “I’ve asked around some of my mates, but all their younger brothers and sisters are already in teams.”
“So what are we going to do?” Fliss wailed.
“Watch the practice sessions before the races,” Charlie advised us. “Then you can see which drivers are good, and ask them if they’d be interested in joining your team. And I’ll keep asking around, OK?”
We all nodded gloomily. We hadn’t really expected Charlie to persuade Josh, but I guess we’d all been secretly hoping that she would. Now we knew for sure that Frankie wasn’t going to be taking part, we all felt a bit sick.
“Oh, well, I didn’t really think Snooty Stevens would back down,” Frankie remarked, trying not to sound gutted as Charlie hurried off.
“No,” we all agreed sadly.
To make things worse, Alana Bananasuddenly appeared, and wandered over to us.
“Hi,” she said dozily. “Have you found someone to take Frankie’s place yet?”
“No,” I muttered. If Alana Banana was the only person at the track that morning who wasn’t in a team, we’d either have to have her in ours or go home without competing. Either way, Josh Stevens would be laughing his head off.
“Oh,” Alana shrugged. “Well, I just came to tell you I can’t race with you.
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