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It was Friday, the day before the Pet Show and the day of the sleepover at Rosie’s. Kenny and Lyndz had spent the dinner hour cleaning out Gazza’s cage. It was their turn on the rota. If you’re thinking that Gazza’s a dumb name for a hamster, well, it is. The boys in our class chose it. We wanted Cuddles, but we were outvoted.

Fliss had started up again about how unfair everything was. So Rosie said, “Fliss, if your mum won’t let you have a pet of your own, why don’t you ask her if you can take Gazza home one weekend?”

Fliss looked doubtful but everyone else thought it was a great idea.

“Yeah. Neat,” said Kenny. “What about this weekend?”

I jumped down to check the rota to see whose turn it was, in case it was someone who might swap with Fliss. “Uh, oh,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s Alana Banana.”

Mrs Weaver walked in just then and gave me one of her looks. She doesn’t like us calling each other names, but that is what we call her: Alana Banana Palmer.

“I was just saying, it’s Alana’s turn to take Gazza home this weekend,” I said.

Alana looked up surprised to hear her name, then she went bright pink. She said she’d forgotten to tell Mrs Weaver she couldn’t take him, because they were going away for the weekend. I think Alana’s really dippy. Mrs Weaver tutted, you could tell she thought so too.

“OK, now we have a problem.”

But before anyone else had time to volunteer Emma Hughes pushed to the front.

“That’s alright, Mrs Weaver, I’ll take him,” she said.

“Are you sure, Emma?”

She nodded and gave her one of those stoopid sickly smiles she does which make us really mad.

“Oh, yes. It isn’t a problem. Mummy won’t mind.”

But then, suddenly, without asking Fliss about it, Kenny said, “Fliss would like to take him, Mrs Weaver. She’s never had a chance before. Emma’s taken him lots of times.” Emma Hughes gave Kenny such a look but Kenny ignored her.

“Is that true, Felicity?” Mrs Weaver asked. Fliss went pink, but she nodded.

“Do you need to check with your mum?”

Fliss looked doubtful for a moment but Kenny gave her a dig in the ribs. “Oww! No, I think it’ll be OK.”

“Good. Well, I’m sure Emma doesn’t mind if Felicity has a turn,” said the teacher, turning round to find the register. “That seems only fair.”

The look on the M&Ms’ faces was too good to miss. We stood in a row and smiled back at them as if butter wouldn’t melt in our mouths, as my gran says.

“Everyone sit down now,” said the teacher. We went back to our table feeling really pleased with ourselves.

“Yeah. One-nil!” said Kenny. “That showed those M&Ms.”

But Fliss was already looking worried. “I don’t know why you made me say that,” she hissed at Kenny. “I’ll be in real doom when my mum finds out.”

That was when Rosie made her great offer: “Don’t worry. You can bring him to my house, if you like. You can play with him there and you won’t feel so left out.”

“Honest?” said Fliss, she couldn’t believe her ears. “Won’t your mum mind?”

“No,” said Rosie. “It’ll be fine.”

Fliss started to grin. “You’re my best friend ever!” she told Rosie.

“Oh, please,” I said. Kenny rolled her eyes, Rosie went bright red.

Then Fliss hugged her, which made her even redder. Rosie’s still a bit shy of us. She’s quite new to our club. She only moved into Cuddington last summer and into our class when we came back after the summer holidays. At first she seemed a bit of a sad case, but then we found out why.

Rosie’s dad had left them a few weeks after they moved in, because he’d met someone else. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he’d started to do the house up but then just left them in the middle of it. It looked a bit like a building site, really.

That’s why Rosie wouldn’t let us sleepover at hers, because everywhere was in a mess, especially her bedroom. We kept telling her it didn’t matter and in the end she changed her mind. She gave us these neat invitations. Adam did them for her on his computer. I’ve still got mine. Do you want to see it?

I was really looking forward to it because Rosie’s house is ever so big with lots of rooms. Some of them are only used for storing stuff, which means loads of places to hide and make dens. It’s magic. In fact I couldn’t decide which I was more excited about: the Pet Show or the sleepover. Now we’d got the hamster to cheer Fliss up, we were all looking forward to it.

But we might have known the M&Ms would have to go and spoil everything.

We were sitting in our places, supposed to be practising for a spelling test. Suddenly something dive-bombed our table and landed in Kenny’s lap. We knew straight away where it had come from. We looked over and saw the dreaded M&Ms giggling to themselves. It was one of their letters.

When we’re at war with them they send us the meanest letters they can think of. So we send them nasty letters back. Well, you would, wouldn’t you? They print them on the computer so we can’t recognise their writing, which is a bit pointless because we know very well it’s them and they know very well it’s us writing back.

Kenny started to unfold it.

“What does it say?” Fliss squeaked.

“Give me a chance.” She smoothed it out and read it aloud to us. “To our enemies. We are watching you. Don’t think you’ll get away with this. We have put a spell on you. Goodbye forever, Horrible Stinkers.”

“What a cheek!” said Lyndz. “We don’t stink.”

“Right,” I said, “after the spelling test we’ll ask to go on the computer.”

While Mrs Weaver was busy hearing readers, we wrote back to them:

Dear Ugly Mugs,

We hope you both slip down a drain or

fall in a bowl of sick. There’s no way

you will win tomorrow. We’ll make sure

of that. Have a horrible day, Poshfaces.

It’s funny really, because that is what happened. Not the bit about them falling down the drain or in a bowl of sick, but about them not winning. When we wrote it we didn’t have a plan or anything. It was just one of those things you say. And then, when we met them on the way home from school, we said it again. Afterwards we wished we hadn’t, because it all turned out to be true.