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was this really bad smell. But I think you’d have been really proud of me, because I didn’t go to pieces. I just reminded myself that the angels were rooting for us all to get back together, then I quickly handed my mates their pink envelopes.
    Frankie looked as if I’d dropped a dead mouse in her lap. “What’s this ?” she said in disgust. But she told me afterwards that she was wild with curiosity to know what I was up to, because I’d had such a weird expression on my face!
    The four girls read their letters under their desks, while I tried not to look. And I got this sinking feeling. What if it didn’t work?
    My friends must all read at the same speed or something, because suddenly I heard these soft little sighs as they all reached the last line together.
    Then to Mrs Weaver’s astonishment, Lyndz, Frankie and Kenny jumped out of their seats and rushed over to gave me a hug. (Rosie was sitting next to me already, if you remember!)
    We had to wait till break before we could have our proper reunion, but it was well worth waiting for. Everyone was SO emotional, it wasn’t true!! For ten solid minutes, we all cried and hugged and mushily forgave each other. You should have seen us!
    “I can’t believe you stood up to her like that!” sniffled Frankie. “That was SO brave, Flissy.”
    I blew my nose hard. “It didn’t feel brave,” I said. Which was true. “I just couldn’t bear the thought of everyone breaking friends, because of me.”
    And we all had another round of hugs.
    But Kenny looked thoughtful. “Fliss, it’s so brilliant, what you did. But I really don’t think you should back out of your own mum’s wedding.”
    “Nor do I,” said Lyndz.
    Rosie shook her head. “Me neither.”
    “I’ve got an idea,” said Frankie suddenly. “We’ll put our names in a hat, and whoever Fliss picks out has to stand down.”
    “Cool,” Kenny grinned. “Except we haven’t actually got a hat.”
    “Couldn’t we use something else?” asked Lyndz.
    “I suppose,” said Frankie doubtfully. “It just seems more official with an actual hat, somehow.”
    “We could borrow one from the dressing-up box?” suggested Lyndz.
    We all went dashing off to ask Mrs Dwyer – she’s one of the infant teachers.
    She looked dead suspicious at first. I could see her thinking, “What ARE these weird girls up to now?”
    But then Frankie went on about how it was like, the ONLY possible way for us to reach the most important democratic decision in the history of the Sleepover Club, and Mrs Dwyer eventually gave in.
    We had four hats to choose from. A straw hat with little daisies and violets on, abeefeater’s furry busby, a Red Baron-type pilot’s cap with fleecy ear-flaps, and an ancient Roman helmet.
    We went for the helmet in the end. As Frankie said, despite being plastic, it was by far the most dignified.
    Mrs Dwyer tactfully left us alone in the Year One classroom, while everyone wrote their names on pieces of scrap paper, folded them into squares, and popped them into the Roman helmet.
    I shut my eyes, felt around, and drew out one of the squares.
    “It’s Frankie,” I said. “Sorry, Frankie,” I added, guiltily.
    “Yeah, sorry Frankie,” mumbled everyone, though you could see they were all really thrilled that I hadn’t picked them!
    But to my surprise Frankie took the news really well. “Hey, cheer up,” she grinned bravely. “I mean, I’m still coming to the wedding, right?”
    Honestly, Frankie’s like a different person since her little sister, Izzy, was born. I’m not being mean, but the old Frankie was a typicalonly child, always expecting to have everything her way. These days she’s so mellow, it’s unbelievable.
    “Does everyone want to come back to my place after school, to tell Mum the good news?” I asked.
    I hadn’t really spoken to Mum since last night, I realised.
    “I bet she was seriously stressed when you told her,” said Rosie.
    “I’ll say,” I said. “But