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by Fiona Cummings Contents
Have you been Invited to all these Sleepovers?
Hi there. It’s good to see you again. You’re actually the first one here, but that’s cool. Rosie has just rung to say that she’ll be along as soon as her mum gets home. Kenny’s running late, playing football I expect, and Lyndz is probably still at the stables with her precious horses. Fliss is coming straight from her dad’s and she finds it really hard tearing herself away from his baby, Posie. But hey, I can understand that. I’m going to be like that myself in seven months’ time. I can’t wait until Mum has her baby. I’d pestered her to have a baby for ages. She used to roll her eyes and say, “Oh no Frankie, not again!” So hearing that she was pregnant was the best news ever. Anyway, come on in. We can go up to my room while we wait for the others. They shouldn’t be too long. And it’ll give me a chance to fill you in on the latest news. And you can have a go on the Internet in peace. You won’t get a look in when the others get here, believe me! I don’t know how much you know about the Internet, but it’s totally cool. When I heard Mum and Dad talking about it at first though, it all sounded a bit weird. “Isn’t it a bit nerdy?” I asked Dad doubtfully. “Nerdy?” asked Dad, pretending to sound shocked. “This is communication for the future, young lady, and you’d better get used to it!” I still wasn’t convinced. I mean, computers are boring, aren’t they? I’d heard a couple of kids at school going on about the Internet, but it never really sank in, to be honest. It was only when Mum became pregnant that it became an issue at home. You see, she’s kind of old to be having a second baby and Dad wanted her to take things a bit easier, so she’s started working from home a couple of days a week. She’s a lawyer and needs to keep up with other cases. And how can you do that? You’ve guessed it – on the Internet! So, one minute we had a perfectly ordinary computer, and the next we were hooked up to the Net. Dad spent ages fiddling about on it, so I went to see what he was doing. He tapped in a kind of code, and he seemed to be able to get any information that he wanted. “I don’t understand,” I told him after a while. “How come our computer knows so much stuff all of a sudden?” “Because our little computer is now hooked up to a huge network of lots of other computers,” he explained. “From computers in someone’s home to vast computers owned by some of the world’s biggest organisations. So when you go on to the Internet, you really do have the world at your fingertips! Why don’t you have a go?” Dad showed me which keys to press, and it was totally amazing. I mean, you really can find out everything – from the colour of Ronan Keating’s underpants to the temperature at the top of Mount Everest! “You’re a real surfer now,” Dad laughed. “What do you mean?” I asked, all confused. When had we started talking about the sea? “When you move around web sites searching for information, it’s called ‘surfing the Net’!” Dad explained. “Cool!” I’d always liked the sound of surfing, and this way I didn’t even have to get wet! “And I know how much you like spiders…!” said Dad, walking his fingers up my arm like some massive creepy-crawly. “Get off!” I screamed. “I hate spiders. What have they got to do with the Internet?” “Absolutely nothing!” grinned Dad. “But you often hear the word ‘web’ associated with the Internet. People talk about the ‘World Wide Web’. I know it sounds more like something created by a tarantula the size of Godzilla…” “Eeeuuuurgh!” I screeched, and pretended to faint really dramatically. “It may be a weird name,” laughed Dad, “but it’s just a way of storing and getting into all the information on the Internet.” “Oh right. But why couldn’t we have the Internet before?” I asked. “Because to access it, our computer needed a special modem,” Dad explained. “And it all works through the telephone system, which is pretty amazing really.” I think Dad could sense that my eyes were glazing over a bit at that point, because then he said hurriedly, “That’s all you really need to know. Why don’t you just play around with it for a while?” And I did – for hours and hours. He virtually had to drag me off in the end. There’s so much information on the Internet. And the great thing is that when you get bored looking at one thing, then it’s easy to look up something else! It’s just so great! I hadn’t mentioned it to my friends before, because, as I said, I wasn’t that excited till Dad explained it. But once I’d got the hang of it, well that was a different story. I was dying to tell everyone about it. In the playground the next day, I leapt on Fliss as soon as she came through the gates. “Hey Fliss, you’ll never guess what happened last night!” I screamed. “Oh Frankie, I hate it when you say that. Millions of things could have happened,” she sighed. “And you only make fun of me when I try to guess.” “You were visited by
