Sleepovers by Jacqueline Wilson Page A

Bella.
    â€œIt’s a lovely room,” said Amy.
    â€œIt’s the nicest room I’ve ever seen,” said Emily.
    It’s not. It
is
weeny. Lily has a proper size bedroom because she’s got so much stuff and Mum sometimes sleeps on a campbed beside her if she’s having a bad spell. I have to make do with the tiny bedroom – but Dad’s put up special shelves on mywall with a roof on top, like a big open dolls’ house so all my books and paints and stuff have different “rooms”. Mum’s made me a duvet cover and curtains patterned with dolls’ houses and on my window sill I have my
real
dolls’ house. A very tiny family of teddy bears live inside. Midnight is too big but he sometimes likes to squeeze up really small and visit them.

    â€œDolls’ houses are for babies!” said Chloe.
    â€œNo, they’re not. My gran collects dolls’ houses and she’s an old lady,” said Emily. “I’m not really allowed to play with her dolls’ houses though.”
    â€œYou can play with mine,” I said.
    â€œWe’re not playing baby doll games,” said Chloe. “Come on then, Daisy, show me all your T-shirts.”
    I showed her my blue T-shirt with the dolphin and my pink T-shirt with little flowers and my black T-shirt with the silver mermaid (only the silver comes off so she hasn’t got a tail any more).
    â€œIs this all you’ve
got
?” said Chloe.
    She chose the dolphin T-shirt though she sneered at it and said it was stupid. She had a good look through all my clothes and didn’t think much of any of them and she was mean about my shoes too because they came from the wrong shop.
    â€œI wouldn’t be seen dead in shoes like that,” she said, throwing herself onto my bed and waggling her wonderful pink strappy heels in the air.

    â€œCan I try your shoes on, Chloe?” said Amy.
    Bella tried them on too.
    And even Emily.
    â€œCan
I
try them on, Chloe?” I asked.
    â€œNo fear. I don’t want your smelly old feet in my shoes,” said Chloe.
    I wished the dolphin on her T-shirt would swim off with her to the bottom of the sea – and then leave her there, with her head in the sand and her legs in their pink strappy shoes waving in the air.

 
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    WHEN WE WENT downstairs – Emily, Bella, Amy and me tip-toeing, Chloe clackety-stomping – Mum and Dad were in the kitchen having
their
tea.
    â€œAre we going to play some more Musical Bumps?” said Amy.

    â€œBoring,” said Chloe.
    â€œAre we going to have some more tea?” said Bella.

    â€œBoring,” said Chloe.
    â€œAre we going to go in the tent now?” said Emily.
    â€œBoring,” said Chloe. “What would you like to do then, Chloe?” said Mum.
    â€œIt’s Daisy’s birthday. She should choose,” said Dad.

    â€œI know!” Mum said quickly.“Why don’t you all go and watch the video Chloe gave Daisy for her birthday?
101 Dalmatians
is a lovely film.”
    We went into the living room. Chloe carefully shut the door behind us and then slotted the video into our player. We started to watch. It wasn’t a lovely film. It wasn’t
101 Dalmatians
.
    It was another white witchy ghost movie. This one was even worse. It’s about a girl walking in the country by herself. She keeps looking round anxiously and you hear these footsteps and then there’s this awful waily breathing noise, a bit like Lily having one of her spells but worse, so the girl starts to run and she sees this camping site and she runs harder and shouts but then something grabs at her and you see her face and she screams and screams and screams.
    I had to suck my thumb hard to stop myself screaming too.
    â€œLook at little suck-a-thumb!
Baby!
” said Chloe. “She’s scared of a silly film.”
    â€œI’m scared too,” said Emily.
    â€œAnd me,” said