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    sleepoverclub.com

    By Narinder Dhami

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    Join the Sleepover Club: Frankie, Kenny, Felicity, Rosie and Lyndsey, five girls who just want to have fun – but who always end up in mischief.

    When the girls decide to secretly design a website for Lyndz’s brother Tom’s band, they accidentally lose the only disk with a copy of the band poster on it – and it falls into the hands of a mystery e-blackmailer!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarperCollins UK
    Release dateAug 30, 2012
    ISBN9780007401659
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    Narinder Dhami

    Narinder Dhami was born in Wolverhampton. Having read English at Birmingham University, she spent the next nine years teaching in schools in the East End of London before leaving teaching to write full-time. Her first children's book A Medal for Malina was published in 1990, and since then Narinder has written hundreds of stories for different age groups.Narinder lives in Shropshire with her husband Robert and their five cats.

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      sleepoverclub.com - Narinder Dhami

      I’m having first go!

      Kenny charged into the bedroom, elbowing the rest of us out of the way. We all squealed loudly, as she sent us flying in all directions.

      No, you’re not, Frankie said firmly, sticking her foot out and tripping Kenny up. "It’s my turn!"

      Ow! Kenny yelled. She fell forward, and collapsed face-down on the bed. You little toad, Francesca Thomas!

      Get her! Rosie shouted, and we all piled in on top of Kenny, screaming and laughing.

      Just another normal sleepover, right? Right! You remember all of us, don’t you? The Sleepover Club? Well, if you don’t, you’ll soon work it out!

      I think we should let Fliss have first go, Rosie said in a muffled voice. Frankie was sitting on her head. After all, she’s the only one of us now who hasn’t got a computer at home.

      Fliss’s stepdad Andy did normally have a computer, but it was away being fixed. Someone (who shall remain nameless) had spilt nail varnish remover all over the keyboard, and it had gone bonkers!

      Nah, I reckon we should arm-wrestle each other, and the winner gets to go first! Kenny argued, trying to push me off the bed. I banged into Fliss, and she slid off the duvet and landed on the floor on her backside with a THWACK.

      "No, I reckon the tallest person should get first go," Frankie said, rolling off Rosie.

      "Oh yeah, you would say that, beanpole!" Kenny scoffed.

      "How about the most sensible person?" Rosie suggested, sitting up and looking smug.

      "Oh, you mean Lyndz!" Kenny grinned.

      Thanks a lot, I said. "I’m not that sensible!"

      The reason why we were all fighting over who’d get first go on the computer was because we now had our very own website on the Internet. Yep, the Sleepover Club was online! I don’t know if you remember, but we entered a competition to design a Home Page, and we won one of the runners-up prizes, which was to have our Sleepover Club site on the Net. We had a special section where people could send us messages, which was totally fab, and we were always arguing over whose turn it was to check them. So far we’d got emails from places like Canada, Norway and Germany – oh, and from Maria and our mates in Spain. (We met them when we went on that school trip, remember?)

      Rosie’s right, Frankie agreed. Let Fliss have first go.

      So long as she hasn’t got any nail varnish remover in her bag, I said meaningfully.

      Fliss wasn’t listening. She was too busy rubbing her bottom, and staring round the room.

      "Why do boys’ bedrooms always smell funny?" she asked, wrinkling up her nose.

      My brother Tom’s room was a complete tip. There were clothes all over the bed and on the floor, and the desk was covered with paints and books and CDs.

      It’s all those horrible smelly socks, Kenny replied. She scooped one off the floor and threw it at Fliss. It hit her smack on the nose.

      Kenny! Don’t be so disgusting! Fliss howled, as everyone else collapsed in giggles.

      Come on, Fliss, I said quickly, before she had a fit. "Frankie’s right. You have first go."

      Why’s the computer in here, anyway, Lyndz? Rosie asked, as Fliss sat down at the desk. The Sleepover Club won it, after all.

      We’d won the computer in a radio competition in the summer, and the others were letting me look after it. But that’s a whole different story!

      Well, Dad’s converting the loft into a study, I explained, switching the monitor on, but there’s nowhere else for the computer to go for the moment.

      My dad’s always doing stuff around the house. One minute a wall’s there – the next, it isn’t! It’s like living on a building site.

      It’s not fair, Fliss grumbled, flicking her hair off her face. We’re the only ones who haven’t got a computer now.

      And whose fault is that? Kenny snorted.

      Fliss ignored her. I’m going to ask Mum to buy me and Callum one of our own for Christmas.

      Kenny winked at us. "I thought your mum asked you if you wanted your own computer last Christmas."

      Fliss turned pink. Um – she did, she admitted. But she said if I got a computer, I couldn’t have a whole load of new clothes. So…

      You went for the clothes, Frankie grinned. Surprise, surprise!

      Fliss is totally the Queen of Clothes. She’s got so many, Kenny says it would take her ten years to get around to wearing them all.

      So? Fliss said crossly. "I need clothes! I mean, you can’t wear a computer, can you?"

      Ooh, I don’t know about that. Kenny picked up the keyboard, and balanced it on her head. And here comes Kenny McKenzie, the first female footballer to play for England, modelling the latest in headgear!

      Kenny, put it down, I warned her, as the others giggled. You’ll drop it!

      Stay cool, Lyndz, Kenny said airily, strutting up and down like a supermodel beside the desk. Look, no hands – oh no!

      Frankie, Rosie and me leapt forward, and grabbed for the keyboard as it fell to the ground. Frankie caught it, one-handed, just before it hit the carpet.

      Nice one, Frankie, Kenny said, looking relieved. That was a great save – you ought to play for Leicester City! And talking of Leicester City—

      NO! the rest of us chorused loudly. Whenever we put any of our computers on, Kenny always wants to look at mega-boring footie sites.

      We had to wait a few seconds for the computer to connect to the Net, then Fliss typed our

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