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Authors: Narinder Dhami
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Peril,” Kenny said as she munched a piece of cheese.
“Mine was Phantom Manor,” said Lyndz.
Fliss shuddered. “Ooh, I didn’t like that. Mine was Honey, I Shrunk The Audience.”
“I liked the Peter Pan thing best,” I said, grabbing the last doughnut.
“My favourite was Space Mountain.” Frankie leapt on me, trying to get the last bit of doughnut, and I had to fight her off!
We’d got back from Disneyland, tired but happy. We decided we’d buy Pascal a present to say thanks, so we’d bought him the biggest bar of chocolate we could find in the whole of Disneyland. We were going to give it to him the next day before we went home. Mrs Weaver had told us to pack our bags afterdinner, so we’d got the Queen and the Goblin to help. They weren’t very pleased! But they were our slaves until tomorrow, so it served them right.
Although we were all so tired, we’d managed to have a brilliant sleepover. We’d had a midnight feast and talked about Disneyland. Then we’d written all about Disneyland in our diaries. And after that, Kenny’d had the brilliant idea of acting out scenes from some of the Disney movies we’d seen. Now we were all yawning, although we didn’t really want to go to bed just yet.
“This has been an
excellent
holiday,” Kenny said through an enormous yawn. “What shall we do now?”
“Wake Fliss up – she’s snoring!” Frankie said, and she poked Fliss in the back. “Hey! This sleepover isn’t over yet!”
“I wasn’t asleep!” Fliss sniffed, rubbing her eyes.
“It was really great of Pascal to get that autograph for us, wasn’t it?” Lyndz remarked sleepily.
“Yes, maybe we should have invited him to the sleepover to say thank you,” Fliss suggested.
We all began shouting at once!
“Boys at our sleepover! No way!” Kenny yelled.
“I’m not having a sleepover with boys!” Frankie exclaimed.
“Pascal’s nice but he’s not that nice!” I added.
“I think I’ve got hiccups!” Lyndz wailed. “Hic!”
We were just about to try out one of our fail-safe cures for Lyndz’s hiccups, when we heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
“Quick, into bed!” Kenny whispered urgently, rushing to turn off the light.
We all dived under the duvets and pretended to be asleep in silence. Even Lyndz’s hiccups had stopped – it must have been the shock! A few minutes later the door opened and we heard Mrs Weaver’s voice say, “Is everything all right, girls?” When nobody answered, she went out and closed the door quietly.
We all lay there for about five minutes to give her a chance to go back downstairs, and then I sat up.
“Shall we sing our sleepover song now?” I asked.
“Down by the river there’s a hanky-panky…”
But no-one else joined in. All I could hear was the sound of deep breathing and Fliss snoring. They’d all gone to sleep! So I lay down and went to sleep myself.
We were so tired after the sleepover and all the excitement with the M&Ms that we could hardly get up the following morning. We were having breakfast early too because we were going home, so Mrs Weaver came banging on our door at seven o’clock. We managed to drag ourselves out of bed and downstairs, but we nearly fell asleep over our croissants!
“I hope we see Pascal before we leave,” Lyndz said anxiously, as we stood outside the hotel while the teachers loaded up the minibus with our luggage.
“Hey, Emma!” Kenny called. “Put our bags on the coach, will you? And hurry up about it!”
The Queen and the Goblin stomped over and picked up our bags, their faces like thunder. We all started laughing.
“Ah, I am just in time to say goodbye!” Pascal came running down the stairs, pulling his jumper over his head.
“Thanks again, you were great!” Kenny beamed at him.
“And this is for you!” I said, handing him the big bar of chocolate.
Pascal looked pleased.
“Merci.
Thank you.” Then he lowered his voice. “But I have a little secret to tell you…”
We
“Mine was Phantom Manor,” said Lyndz.
Fliss shuddered. “Ooh, I didn’t like that. Mine was Honey, I Shrunk The Audience.”
“I liked the Peter Pan thing best,” I said, grabbing the last doughnut.
“My favourite was Space Mountain.” Frankie leapt on me, trying to get the last bit of doughnut, and I had to fight her off!
We’d got back from Disneyland, tired but happy. We decided we’d buy Pascal a present to say thanks, so we’d bought him the biggest bar of chocolate we could find in the whole of Disneyland. We were going to give it to him the next day before we went home. Mrs Weaver had told us to pack our bags afterdinner, so we’d got the Queen and the Goblin to help. They weren’t very pleased! But they were our slaves until tomorrow, so it served them right.
Although we were all so tired, we’d managed to have a brilliant sleepover. We’d had a midnight feast and talked about Disneyland. Then we’d written all about Disneyland in our diaries. And after that, Kenny’d had the brilliant idea of acting out scenes from some of the Disney movies we’d seen. Now we were all yawning, although we didn’t really want to go to bed just yet.
“This has been an
excellent
holiday,” Kenny said through an enormous yawn. “What shall we do now?”
“Wake Fliss up – she’s snoring!” Frankie said, and she poked Fliss in the back. “Hey! This sleepover isn’t over yet!”
“I wasn’t asleep!” Fliss sniffed, rubbing her eyes.
“It was really great of Pascal to get that autograph for us, wasn’t it?” Lyndz remarked sleepily.
“Yes, maybe we should have invited him to the sleepover to say thank you,” Fliss suggested.
We all began shouting at once!
“Boys at our sleepover! No way!” Kenny yelled.
“I’m not having a sleepover with boys!” Frankie exclaimed.
“Pascal’s nice but he’s not that nice!” I added.
“I think I’ve got hiccups!” Lyndz wailed. “Hic!”
We were just about to try out one of our fail-safe cures for Lyndz’s hiccups, when we heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
“Quick, into bed!” Kenny whispered urgently, rushing to turn off the light.
We all dived under the duvets and pretended to be asleep in silence. Even Lyndz’s hiccups had stopped – it must have been the shock! A few minutes later the door opened and we heard Mrs Weaver’s voice say, “Is everything all right, girls?” When nobody answered, she went out and closed the door quietly.
We all lay there for about five minutes to give her a chance to go back downstairs, and then I sat up.
“Shall we sing our sleepover song now?” I asked.
“Down by the river there’s a hanky-panky…”
But no-one else joined in. All I could hear was the sound of deep breathing and Fliss snoring. They’d all gone to sleep! So I lay down and went to sleep myself.
We were so tired after the sleepover and all the excitement with the M&Ms that we could hardly get up the following morning. We were having breakfast early too because we were going home, so Mrs Weaver came banging on our door at seven o’clock. We managed to drag ourselves out of bed and downstairs, but we nearly fell asleep over our croissants!
“I hope we see Pascal before we leave,” Lyndz said anxiously, as we stood outside the hotel while the teachers loaded up the minibus with our luggage.
“Hey, Emma!” Kenny called. “Put our bags on the coach, will you? And hurry up about it!”
The Queen and the Goblin stomped over and picked up our bags, their faces like thunder. We all started laughing.
“Ah, I am just in time to say goodbye!” Pascal came running down the stairs, pulling his jumper over his head.
“Thanks again, you were great!” Kenny beamed at him.
“And this is for you!” I said, handing him the big bar of chocolate.
Pascal looked pleased.
“Merci.
Thank you.” Then he lowered his voice. “But I have a little secret to tell you…”
We
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