Mega Sleepover 4 by Fiona Cummings

Author:Fiona Cummings [Cummings, Fiona]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780007397693
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2001-12-03T13:00:00+00:00

You know what Kenny’s like. She wanted to run after the M&Ms and sort them out right there and then. But the rest of us had more important things on our mind – like saving the riding school. We all felt we’d let Mrs McAllister down.

We began to pack everything away.

“What are we going to do now?” asked Frankie.

“What can we do?” asked Rosie glumly.

“If it hadn’t been for those stupid M&Ms tearing down our posters, we’d probably have sold everything and have loads of dosh for the stables by now,” shouted Kenny. She was red in the face and she looked MAD.

The sound of raised voices had brought our parents out of the kitchen. I still felt miffed they hadn’t bought anything. I know we normally don’t like the oldies interfering in our schemes, but this was different. They knew that the whole point of the sale was to raise money.

“That’s right! Come out now when we’ve packed everything away!” Frankie snapped at her mum. It wasn’t like her to have a go at her parents. I knew that she must be feeling as bad as me.

“Look, Frankie, I’m sorry that your sale hasn’t gone well. We all are,” said Mrs Thomas calmly. “But we didn’t think that buying your junk was the best way for us to support you. You can have this though.” She handed Frankie a tin containing loads of 50p pieces and some £1 coins.

“What’s this?” asked Frankie.

“I charged everyone for coffee and biscuits,” laughed her mum. “I’m not stupid!”

“Thanks, Mum,” said Frankie. “It’s a start, but we need some SERIOUS money now. Any ideas?”

Everyone shook their heads. We were all idea-d out after the disappointment of the sale. Adam was getting very agitated.

“He says that you’ve got to think of a way to save the horses,” interpreted his mother. “Look, why don’t you all sleep on it and meet again at our house tomorrow afternoon. Maybe one of you will have come up with a plan by then.”

“Fliss won’t be home late, will she?” asked her mum anxiously. “I like her to be in bed early on a Sunday night.”

Fliss blushed a shade of beetroot, but at least it made the rest of us laugh.

“Is four till six OK?” asked Rosie’s mum.

Everyone agreed that it was.

As we collected all our stuff together, it felt like the end of any other sleepover. It was only when Mum was driving me and Spike home that I began to feel really miserable. What had seemed like such a great plan had gone utterly and horribly wrong.

As soon as I got home I ran up to my room and decided that I wouldn’t go down again until I’d thought of a way to save the stables. The trouble was that when I got up there, it seemed an age since breakfast – we hadn’t really felt like pigging out when the sale finished after all. My stomach started to rumble and I couldn’t think straight because I was so hungry.

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