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The whole of the next week was just unbearable. Like I said, I hate having to wait for anything – and this time it practically killed me! First of all, before we could all get really excited about going, the others had to check with their parents that it was OK for them all to come. Lyndz’s parents said yes right away. Then Rosie’s. Fliss’s mum was a bit worried about the whole thing, so I had to get my mum to phone her and reassure her that everything was going to be OK and her precious daughter wasn’t about to break her neck on the slopes.

Then Frankie rang. “Hi!” I said. “What did your parents say about the snowboarding trip?”

There was this awful silence. “Well,” she started – and then stopped.

“What?” I practically screamed down the phone. “Won’t they let you go?”

“Well, they said I could go…” she started hesitantly.

I gave a huge sigh of relief. “YEEEEAHHH!” I shouted. “Oh, thank goodness for that! I thought you were going to say you couldn’t come!”

There was another silence.

“Frankie?” I prompted.

She sighed heavily down the phone. Uh-oh. This wasn’t sounding good.

“What’s up?” I asked. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s my mum,” Frankie said slowly. “She’s got a hospital check-up that day.”

“And?” I asked. It was starting to sound worse by the second.

“And… I want to go with her,” Frankie said. “So I’m not going to go snowboarding.”

“What?!” I screeched. “Why do you have to go with her? What’s wrong with her?”

“Well, it’s just a regular check-up but her blood pressure’s still too high and… you know, I just want to be there,” she said.

My heart sank. “And she wants you to go with her, does she?” I asked.

Frankie hesitated. “Actually, she said she’d rather I went with you lot and had some fun, but…”

I pounced on her words. “You should then, if that’s what she wants! You can’t really do anything to help her at the hospital anyway, can you?”

Another pause. “Noooo, but…”

“Tell you what,” I said, thinking quickly. “Come with us and you can have a great day out and take your mind off it all. And you can ring her on her mobile if you’re worried, can’t you?”

“Ye-e-e-es,” Frankie said doubtfully, “but…”

“She’ll feel happier knowing that you’re enjoying yourself and not getting all worried,” I said, pulling out all the stops to try and convince her. Then I played my trump card. “Besides, you hate hospitals – I know you do!”

She sighed. “Yeah, you’re right,” she said, kind of reluctantly.

“Yippppppeeeeee!” I yelled. “So you’re gonna come with us, then?”

“Yeah,” she said. “But only if I can ring her while we’re there.”

“I’ll even give you 50p for the phone call if it makes you come with us!” I said, a big grin stretching across my face. “It wouldn’t be the same without you!”

After that near-miss, there came another blow to the plan – and this one was far more seriously BAD We were all sitting and having tea on Monday night, and Mum only went and asked Molly and Emma if they wanted to come too, didn’t she?

I choked on a bit of potato and Dad had to bang me on the back. “Oh, Mum!” I protested in horror. Those two would just wreck everything, I knew it! “Can’t it be just the Sleepover Club?”

Mum pushed her glasses up her nose. She has this real thing about families doing everything together, worse luck. Just because she gets on with the rest of her family, it doesn’t mean I do!

“Fair’s fair,” she said (one of her favourite phrases). “I’m going to phone up the snow centre tomorrow so I need to know how many people to book the lesson for. And it’s only fair that Emma and Molly can come too if you’re going.”

“But there won’t be enough room in the car,” I argued, desperately trying to think of reasons to stop them coming along.

“We can take both cars,” Mum said calmly. “Emma? Molly? What do you think?”

“I’ve got a netball match on Saturday so I can’t,” Emma said. “And even if I could, I wouldn’t want to spend my Saturday with a bunch of ten-year-olds, thanks all the same!”

I gave her a cold stare but secretly was pleased that she didn’t want to come. Good! Now there was only Molly the Monster I had to worry about…

“I’d love to come!” she said, smirking at me in that horrible way of hers. “Can Carli come too?”

Worse and worse and WORSE! Molly is a monster and a half but Carli… Carli’s practically in the M&M league of yuckiness! And when Molly and Carli are together, it’s really bad news. Suddenly my heart seemed to have sunk right down into my trainers.

“Of course she can – as long as it’s OK with her parents,” Mum smiled. “Right, that’s that settled then.”

“Oh, Muuum!” I groaned, but she gave me one of her looks.

“You’re very lucky to be going at all, Laura – and don’t you forget it!” she said sharply. “Now eat your dinner!”

I knew when I was beaten. GUTTED!!!

Once I’d just about gotten over the shock that it was going to be the Sleepover Club on the slopes plus yucky Molly plus even yuckier Carli, the rest of the week dragged by agonisingly slowly. Why is that when you’re on holiday or it’s the weekend, time whizzes by dead fast, but when you’re waiting for Christmas or your birthday – or a snowboarding trip – it goes reeeeeaalllly slow, as if all the clocks in the world have broken down?!

The only good thing about the week was winding up the M&Ms. Ahh, a speciality of mine, don’tcha know! I can never resist the urge to make those two SQUIRM!

At school on Thursday morning, I broke the news to the others that my mum had booked us all in for a snowboarding lesson on the Saturday coming.

“Yahoo!” Lyndz said excitedly. “We’re really going!”

“Hooray!” shouted Rosie.

We all jumped around cheering and yelling, even Frankie. Even Fliss!!

“What? Going where?” I heard two familiar nosey voices ask. AHA! The M&Ms had been eavesdropping!

“Maybe they’re going back to Mars, where they belong,” sniggered Emily.

“Hope so,” Emily agreed. “Good riddance, wherever you’re going! Don’t hurry back, will you?”

“I’d never hurry anywhere to see you,” I sneered back at her. “Don’t flatter yourself, darlin’!”

“It’s none of your business where we’re going, anyway,” Frankie said, her nose in the air. “Although it’s going to be great getting away from you two for a while!”

“Can’t wait,” Rosie said. “No smelly Ems around, polluting the air…”

“Just clean, fresh snow,” Lyndz said teasingly.

That got their curiosity going! “Snow?” Emily said. “Who said it’s going to snow? It’s not cold enough yet!”

“Where we’re going there’s always snow,” Fliss said smugly. “So poo to you!”

I snorted with laughter. Fliss thinks “poo” is the rudest word in the world! “Well said,” I agreed. “Double poo to you with a cherry on top!”

“And a cocktail umbrella!” Frankie chuckled.

“And a snowboard sticking out of the top!” Lyndz spluttered, between giggles.

“Snowboarding! Is that what you’re doing?” Emma said, disbelievingly.

“Yeah,” I gloated. “Jealous by any chance, are we?”

“I can’t wait to go snowboarding, can you?” Rosie said to the rest of us. “It sounds so wicked!”

“So exciting,” said Frankie solemnly.

“What, you mean you’ve never been?” Fliss said to the M&Ms sorrowfully. “Never mind – we’ll tell you all about it next week!”

Do you know – for once, we had the M&Ms well and truly speechless. It was ace. They just couldn’t think of any comeback! They both stood there, looking red-faced and totally jealous, and then in the end, Emily growled, “Hope you break your necks!” and they both stomped off in a huff.

We all collapsed into laughter. Definitely one – nil to the Sleepover Club!

At long last, Friday finally rolled around and we all charged back from school for the sleepover at my house. Sleepovers are a bit tricky at my house because of me and Molly sharing a room. Molly usually sulks if she has to move into Emma’s for the night, and makes a big fuss about letting my friends sleep on her precious half of the room. Like we’re really going to trash the place! Us!

This week we had a bit of a result though, as she went to stay with Carli for the night. YES!!! Mum was going to pick them up on the way to the snow centre. So I suppose something good had come out of Molly going snowboarding with us – just about…

The first thing we did at Friday’s sleepover was make an assault course in my bedroom. The only good-ish thing about sharing with Molly is it means we have a fairly big room between us – plus there are two beds which are good for playing trampolines on!

The assault course went like this. Three big bounces on my bed and a leap off, then a forward roll over to Molly’s bed. Then we had to get on the floor and swarm under Molly’s bed (past the smelly trainers, poo! That was an assault course in itself!) then cartwheel over to the bedroom door. Finally, a wriggle under our big saggy beanbag, a jump up to the windowsill, crawl along it and jump from there back on to my bed. Phew! What a brilliant course!

The only problem was the cartwheels. We were all going round in turn, but somehow Lyndz managed to kick Rosie in the face and then we all got a bit bunched up and kept bumping into each other. Excellent fun, though!

When we’d gone round a few times, I jumped up. “I know!” I said. “I’ll teach you a few snowboarding tricks that Nick showed me.”

“Ooh, Nick!” said Rosie at once.

“Nick says…” giggled Frankie.

“Nick knows everything!” said Fliss, clasping her hands to her chest and looking all dreamy and pathetic.

“Very funny,” I said sarkily. “Now, then, I’ll tell you how to strap your feet to the—aaaarghir

“Know-all!” said Lyndz.

“Show off!” said Frankie.

I couldn’t get any further because suddenly the others were all pelting me with pillows, school bags and Molly’s teddy bear. Somehow we ended up having this huge, throwing match, all screaming and giggling hysterically.

“Knickers to Nick!” Lyndz screeched. “Big baggy white knickers to Nick!”

“Big Dad’s Y-fronts to Nick!” Rosie gurgled. “He’s not going snowboarding tomorrow – and we are!”