Sleepovers by Jacqueline Wilson Page B

Amy.
    â€œCan’t we do something else, like see if there’s any cake left?” said Bella.
    â€œNo, no, you’ve got to watch the bit that comes next. It’s so cool!” said Chloe.
    We were at the camping site now. The girl is inside her tent, just waking up and stretching, and then she sees something poking at her tent from the outside and she laughs at first, thinking it’s one of her friends. She even calls out to them, but there’s no reply, there’s just this awful waily noise and then suddenly aterrible white claw rips through the tent and I had to shut my eyes tight and I nearly bit right through my thumb.

    â€œ
Watch
it, Daisy. Don’t close your eyes!” said Chloe.
    â€œ
I
don’t want to watch it,” said Bella.
    â€œShe doesn’t have to watch it if she doesn’t want to,” said Amy.
    â€œShall we switch it off?” said Emily, getting up.
    â€œSit down, Emily. You’re all babies. Of course we’re not switching it off,” said Chloe.
    But then we heard my Dad calling just outside and Chloe shot up quick and stopped the video. A film on television flashed on instead just in time.
    â€œHow are you doing, girls?” said Dad, putting his head round the door. “Are you OK, Daisy?”
    â€œYes, Dad,” I said.
    â€œI thought you were watching
101 Dalmatians
?” said Dad, looking at the television.
    â€œOh, we
were
. But we just wanted to peek at this film on the telly too,” said Chloe in this cutesy-pie tone she uses for her own dad.
    My
dad didn’t look as if he totally believed her. He blinked at the television.
    â€œWell, I don’t think you should be watching this old film. I saw it years ago and it gets a bit scary,” said Dad.
    Compared to Chloe’s white witchy ghost films it was about as scary as
Teletubbies
, but I was glad when Dad switched the television off, even so.
    â€œAnyway, I’ve come to announce that your sleeping quarters are now fully prepared, noble ladies,” said Dad in a daft voice, bowing low.
    He’d got it beautifully cosy inside the tent, with the big cushions from the sofa to sprawl on and the special garden fairy lights rigged up inside the tent so it glowed precious jewel colours, amber, emerald and ruby. There were lots of ourold shawls and rugs and cardis too so that we were still ever so cosy when we were changed into our pyjamas.

    Then we talked and talked and talked and talked: about our favourite singers (I copied Emily) and footballers (I copied Emily again) and the boys in our class at school (I didn’t need to copy because they’re
all
gross). Then we made up our favourite clothes and this time I went first and invented this seriously cool black-and-silver outfit with black high heels and Emily copied
me
because she said she liked the sound of mine so much. We chose our favourite colours (black and silver, naturally) and our favourite animals (Emilyand I both said “bears” together and burst out laughing). Then we all said what we wanted to do when we grew up. Emily said she wanted to be a footballer and if she couldn’t she’d teach PE in school and
I
said I wanted to be an artist but if I couldn’t I’d teach Art in school. Chloe said I was a useless copycat which wasn’t fair because I’ve always loved Art and I’m good at teaching too. I teach Lily lots, even though she doesn’t learn very quickly. Chloe said teachers were boring anyway and
she
was going to be a famous actress. Amy said she was going to be a famous dancer and Bella said she was going to be a famous TV chef. Then she said she felt a bit peckish and at that
exact
moment Mum came out with big mugs of hot chocolate (and a hot blackcurrant for Emily) and a bowl of popcorn.
    â€œWow! This is the best sleepover party ever,” said Bella. “Even better than mine.”
    â€œIt’s nowhere near as good as mine,”