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The Sleepover Club Pet Detectives Louis Catt 1 Sleeping bag 2 Pillow 3 Pyjamas or a nightdress 4 Slippers 5 Toothbrush, toothpaste, soap etc 6 Towel 7 Teddy 8 A magnifying glass for detecting 9 Food for a midnight feast: chocolate, crisps, sweets, biscuits. Anything you like to eat! 10 Torch 11 Hairbrush 12 Hair bobble or hairband, if you need them 13 A change of clothes 14 Sleepover diary and membership card Table of Contents Hiya! Fliss here. I’m so glad you could stop by. I was just checking my hair was not doing anything too mad before I see Ryan. That’s Ryan Scott, who’s in our class at school. He’s a brilliant footballer, and he’s very interesting to talk to. Well, that’s what I think – although Frankie and Kenny and Lyndz and Rosie just laugh when I say so. Mum says they’re probably jealous because he likes me better than them, but I don’t think they mind about that sort of thing. My mum also says you should always try to look your best, and this is a date. Well, actually it isn’t, but it’s a long story. Do you want to hear it? Great. Pull up a chair while I finish off. You definitely won’t want to miss hearing about the wild time The Sleepover Club have been having lately. First of all, you do remember The Sleepover Club, don’t you? How could you forget! I’m Felicity Diana Sidebotham, and I’m ten (no jokes about my name, please – I get enough from the Gruesome Twosome Emma and Emily, our archrivals the evil M&Ms. You don’t want to be part of their sad little gang). If you want to know what I look like, I’m slim with very long blonde hair. I live with my mum, who’s a beautician, and my annoying little brother, Callum. Sometimes he’s OK, but sometimes I wish he was a girl. Then I could talk to him about important things like clothes and make-up. There’s also my mum’s boyfriend, Andy, who’s great. My real dad got married to Maria, and they’ve got a lovely little baby girl called Posy. I can’t talk to her about clothes either, but I can’t wait till she grows up! The other members of The Sleepover Club are Frankie, Kenny, Lyndz and Rosie. Frankie and Kenny are best friends. Just between you and me, sometimes I feel a tiny bit left out when we’re at school. Sometimes I even feel like that when we’re having a sleepover, though I do try to hide it. Frankie and Kenny are a bit mad and love playing tricks on people. It was definitely Kenny who encouraged Callum to get those revolting spiders. Yuck! Frankie’s just as bad. She once painted her face red and jumped out at me; I got such a shock I nearly fainted. Rosie said afterwards that I looked really green, which is not a good look for me, particularly as I had a pink sweater on at the time. Pink and green just don’t go. Kenny had to get me some hot sugary tea and wrap me up in a duvet. Did you know that’s what you do if someone has had a bad shock? Kenny wants to be a doctor like her dad when she grows up, so she’s good at knowing things like that. Is this all sounding a bit muddled? Sorry! It’s just that we’ve had such an adventure; I can’t wait to tell you about it. But I think I should go back to the beginning and tell you about The Sleepover Club properly. Frankie first. She doesn’t have any brothers or sisters. She’s got a pet dog called Pepsi, though. I like Pepsi because she isn’t the sort of dog who jumps up and puts her muddy paws all over you. A long time ago Frankie had a cat called Muffin who got run over, and if you think it’s odd that I’m telling you about a dead cat, it isn’t really. If Frankie hadn’t still been missing Muffin she wouldn’t have—whoops! There I go, charging ahead again. Perhaps you could just remember about Muffin, though. Then there’s Kenny. Like I told you, she wants to be a doctor. She’s got two sisters, and she has to share her bedroom with her sister Molly. I’m really glad I don’t have to share with anyone. Molly is horrible – we call her Molly the Monster. She’s always complaining about Kenny – although I do think Kenny is a bit untidy. If you look under her bed you’ll see it’s stuffed with dirty clothes. There’s even a big bag of rat food – UGH!!! Luckily the rat is in the garage. I don’t think I’d ever be able to sleep over at Kenny’s house if the rat was in her room like she wants it to be. I’d have terrible dreams about scaly tails and horrible sharp teeth all night long. I haven’t told you about Rosie yet. Rosie is like me; she doesn’t live with her dad. She’s got a big sister, Tiffany, and an older brother called Adam who uses a wheelchair. Her house is a bit like Lyndz’s house; it’s very messy and a lot of the walls need painting. Rosie says her dad keeps promising he’ll come back and sort it out, but he doesn’t. I don’t think I’d like to have Rosie’s room at all. My bedroom has ever such pretty wallpaper, and my mum let me choose my curtains and my rug. Who haven’t I told you about
