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anything,” Tiff commanded. “And act normal. That’s
our
normal, Kenny, not yours!”
    Charming! It wasn’t my fault I was still dressed as a clown, was it?
    We all flopped down. Frankie and I lay on the rug, the others sprawled over the sofa. Just at the last minute Rosie noticed the bucket of water and managed to hide it behind the door before her mum appeared.
    “I thought we had a deal about no-one coming in here,” she said crossly. Oh-oh, someone wasn’t having a good day.
    “We wanted to see your new room,” Frankie smiled sweetly. “Rosie’s been raving about it so much.”
    “And I said it would be OK if I came in with them,” Tiff continued brightly. “They’re hardly likely to get into any trouble if I’m here, are they?”
    “I suppose not,” Mrs Cartwright agreed with reluctance.
    “Hey, you look tired, Mum,” Tiff coaxed. “I’ll make you a cup of tea if you like.”
    “That’d be nice, love!” Mrs Cartwright smiled. “So, how do you like the room then, girls? It’s lovely, isn’t it?”
    “Fabulous!” we all agreed.
    “Well, make sure you don’t mess it up, won’t you?”
    Tiff ushered her mum out of the door and mouthed to us, “Start drying the stains, I’ll keep Mum in the kitchen.”
    Once we were sure they’d gone, we all stood up.
    “Yuck! I’ve got a wet patch on my bum!” I announced.
    “Well, at least you’ll have dried it off a bit,” Frankie grinned. “It means we won’t have to use the hairdryer so much.”
    “Won’t your mum think it’s a bit suss if she hears that whirring away?” Fliss asked.
    “I’ve thought of that,” Rosie smirked, and turned on the radio really loudly.
    We took it in turns to dry the stains, and when we weren’t drying we were dancing! It was great. But because we had the radio on so loud we didn’t hear footsteps in the hall. We nearly jumped out of our skins when Rosie’s mum suddenly reappeared.
    “Just what do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
    I was holding the hairdryer, and fortunately had a brainwave. I held it like a microphone and started singing at the top of my voice.
    “Sorry, Mrs C,” I grinned. “I just love this song, don’t you?”
    “You might find it sounds better if the hairdryer isn’t actually
on,
Kenny,” she saidsuspiciously. “But then again…”
    She cast her eye over the throws and the rug, but thankfully the stains had gone.
    “Right, I think it’s time you tidied all this lot away.” She looked down at all the circus props we’d abandoned on the floor. “And get yourselves ready for supper. I would appreciate a bit of quiet this evening too. I’ve got a mountain of work to do for college.”
    We picked up the stilts, juggling balls and all the other stuff, and took them upstairs. Whilst we did that, Rosie sneaked outside and emptied the bucket of water.
    Before supper we had a peek in the lounge. It looked perfect. I couldn’t believe that we’d actually got away with it!
    But we nearly didn’t, because Adam did his best to land us in it with his mum.
    He’s really clever, is Adam. He might not be able to speak clearly because of his cerebral palsy, but he sure knows how to manipulate people. We ended up playing stupid games with him all night, because when we said we were going to do our own stuff, he called “MUM!” and we just knewthat he was going to grass on us. I mean, normally I would just love to play football games on the computer with him, but we really had more important things to be doing – like practising our routines for the circus.
    When Adam finally went to bed, we looked as though we had our chance. We piled into Rosie’s room, pushed all our sleeping bags and stuff to one side and started rehearsing. Rosie was making us all laugh by dancing on her stilts when Tiff burst in.
    “If you lot don’t shut up right now, I’m going to tell Mum!” she shouted.
    “Tell me what?”
    Rosie’s mum was standing behind Tiff. She looked dead tired and