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“What?” I said, puzzled. I didn’t have a clue what Mrs Weaver was going on about – until I glanced at Frankie. It looked like she had no teeth at all because they were totally black! And the rest of the Sleepover Club were just the same!

“You’ve obviously been eating something you shouldn’t have!” Mrs Weaver said grimly. “I suggest you go and wash your mouths out!”

“But, Mrs Weaver, we’ll miss the photo!” Fliss gasped.

“That’s OK, girls,” said the photographer with a grin. “You’ll only frighten the readers looking like that, anyway!”

Everyone started laughing, especially the Spanish girls and the M&Ms, who were just about killing themselves. Angrily the five of us stomped out of the classroom, and went into the girls’ toilets.

“We’ve missed our chance to be in the newspaper because of that trick Maria played on us!” Fliss said crossly as she rinsed her mouth out. “Those were joke sweets!”

“I thought they tasted a bit funny!” Lyndz said as she used her finger as a toothbrush.

“I guess that was to pay us back for breaking Isabella’s bowl,” I muttered. “They must have thought we did it on purpose.”

“And I bet the M&Ms have been egging them on as well!” Frankie added. “You know what those two are like!”

“Yeah, well, we’re not going to let them get away with it, are we?” I asked. “This means WAR!”

The others looked at each other and nodded, although they all looked a bit glum. It was a bit of a downer after we’d looked forward to the Spanish girls visiting for so long, but we couldn’t let the M&Ms walk all over us, could we?

By the time we got back to the classroom, the photographer had gone and the rest of the class were moving all the chairs and tables back into place.

“Oh, there you are,” said Mrs Weaver sternly as she stared at us. “I suppose that was meant to be funny! Well, if you girls have any more jokes like that lined up, you won’t be taking part in any of the end-of-term activities. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Miss,” we mumbled together, trying not to look at the Spanish girls and the M&Ms, who were all grinning.

While we were putting our table and chairs back in place, the M&Ms came over to have a quick gloat.

“I don’t think Mrs Weaver’s too pleased with you!” Emma Hughes said gleefully. “And what a shame you aren’t going to get your picture in the paper!”

“Our friends the Spanish girls are really fed up with you!” Emily Berryman chimed in smugly. “They wish they were staying with us instead of with you lot!”

“Oh, take a jump off a very high cliff, you two!” I snapped.

The M&Ms went off, giggling. They went back over to Pilar and the others, and they all put their heads together and started whispering and sniggering.

“You know what?” I said to the others as we all sat down. “I’m going to think up a really gruesome trick to play on that lot on the last day of term!”

“No way, Kenny!” Fliss said firmly. “You know what Mrs Poole said about playing tricks at the end of term – she banned them!”

“Yeah, that was after some of the leavers flour-bombed her in the corridor!” Frankie giggled.

“Hey, I wish I’d seen that!” Rosie said.

“It was before you started here,” Lyndz said. “And they threw eggs at the teachers’ cars – it was really funny!”

“Quiet, please.” Mrs Weaver was looking round the room waiting for everyone to settle down. “Right, we have a couple of things to sort out. As you know, it’s Sports Day tomorrow and then it’s the school Summer Fair the day after.”

That cheered us up a bit. Sports Day was a great laugh. We’d held the heats a few days before Pilar and the rest of her gang had arrived, and all of us had made it into at least one of the races which would be taking place tomorrow, even Fliss.

“Right, don’t forget that those of you who are taking part in the races tomorrow must have your sports kit with you,” Mrs Weaver went on, “or you won’t be allowed to compete. Do ask your mums and dads to come along if they can. And, by the way, I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know that our visitors will be taking part in the races too!”

We all sat up when we heard that! Well, I was going to make sure that if Maria or the others were in any of the races I was in, I was going to beat the pants off them!

“And now for the Summer Fair on Wednesday afternoon,” Mrs Weaver went on. “As you know, it’s organised by some of the parents…”

We all started nudging Lyndz, because her mum, Mrs Collins, was in charge of the Parents’ Association.

“… and this year it’s our class’s turn to help out.” Mrs Weaver glanced round the room. “Everyone, including our visitors, will be given a job to do, and please try to do it sensibly. You’ll have plenty of time to have a look at the stalls and enjoy yourselves, but the parents who are organising the fair are relying on your help as well.”

“I hope we get to do something good!” I whispered to Frankie.

Mrs Weaver glanced at the list she was holding. Then she frowned and glanced at us. “Francesca, Laura, Felicity, Lyndsey and Rosie – Mrs Collins has suggested that you be in charge of the tombola.”

“Excellent!” I muttered to Frankie.

“I just hope I can trust you to behave yourselves,” Mrs Weaver said sternly, fixing us with her beadiest stare. “You know that the Mayoress is coming to open the fair, and we don’t want anything going wrong.”

“No, Miss,” we said virtuously. The tombola was one of the best stalls to be on, so we were all pretty excited. We were even more pleased when the M&Ms got the boring job of selling programmes, and Pilar and the others were put down to help Lyndz’s mum with the cake stall! That was one in the eye for them!

“And don’t forget that we have our class trip to the theme park next Monday.” Mrs Weaver had to raise her voice because the bell had gone for break time and everyone was talking again. “Plus the fancy-dress competition on the last day of term. I hope you’re all busy making your costumes!”

“Oh, yes, Miss!” said Emma Hughes in a treacly voice. “I’m working really hard on mine!”

“So am I, Miss!” said Emily Berryman.

“We can’t let those creeps win again!” I said, as we went outside. “They’ve walked off with the prizes the last three times!”

“Still, we got the best job at the Summer Fair!” said Lyndz. “I had to nag my mum for ages to give us the tombola!”

“Nice one!” I said, as we all crowded round Lyndz and slapped her on the back. “Hey, maybe we can fix it so we win all the prizes!”

“What about Sports Day tomorrow?” Rosie asked. She hadn’t been to Sports Day at our school before. “Do you get a prize if you win?”

“Yeah, book tokens usually,” said Frankie.

“Let’s see how many the Sleepover Club can win!” I said.

“I tell you – none at all!” Maria said scornfully. We hadn’t heard the Spanish girls come up behind us, and now they were giggling and sticking their tongues out at us.

“We’ll win every race we’re in!” I snapped. “Just wait and see!”

Fliss looked a bit nervous at that. She’d made it into the skipping race, but only because Ryan Scott had tripped over his rope and knocked over three other kids, including Frankie, in their heat.

“We win more than you!” Pilar retorted. “We are better at sport!”

“No way!” Frankie cut in.

“Then we have competition, yes?” said Maria. “We see who wins the most prizes. If you win – we give you all our prizes. If we get more, you give us your prizes!”

“OK – but this is just between us, not the M&Ms as well!” I said firmly. Maria nodded, and I stuck out my hand, and we shook. She tried to crush my fingers but I was ready for her, and I crushed hers instead! “You’re on!”