Sleepover Club Makeover by Jana Hunter

Author:Jana Hunter [by Jana Hunter]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780007404827
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Good one!

You know how when you laugh that much you get so hysterical you forget what you’re laughing at? Well, this was one of those times. We were drumming our feet in our sleeping bags and nearly wetting ourselves. Natch, Lyndz got the hiccups. We tried to shock her by making weird noises and shining torches under our chins to make our faces scary, but it only made the Slushbucket (as we call her) shriek more. She had to stuff her head in her sleeping bag to stifle her snorts.

No big surprise that next morning everybody slept late. When we finally surfaced from our sleeping bags, Rosie, Kenny and Lyndz were still so sleepy they just wanted to laze around watching our fave boy bands on TV. But I was anxious to get stuff for the fashion makeovers.

“There’s only two weeks of the competition left,” I reminded my lazy friends. “We’ve got to beat those Little Angels.”

“Yeah, and I need to get some beads to make into jewellery,” admitted Frankie. “Let’s you and me do the charity shops, Fliss.”

I could’ve hugged her. “Wicked!”

It’s funny. Frankie and me never used to hit it off. She was always acting like I was stupid or something, just because I’m not a major brain at school. But everything changed when our parents got their little “bundles of joy” (as my gran calls them). It’s not that we don’t love the babies or anything. It’s just that now we both understand how it feels to be pushed to one side by the little darlings.

“My mum doesn’t even care that I’m going through a difficult time,” I moaned as we made our way up Cuddington High Street.

Frankie sighed. “Nor mine. When I reminded her what Mrs Weaver told us, that ‘preteens are a time of rapid growth’ my mum just laughed and said, ‘Yes, and parents can age twenty years overnight’!”

“Trust your mum to compete with you about getting older.”

“Trust yours to compete with you about being young!” snorted Frankie.

I shook my head in despair. “No wonder I have to shop till I drop. I’m just a poor neglected child, looking for love in clothes!” Then, acting like a zombie hypnotised by the shopping bug, I pushed through the shop door into the stale, stuffy smell that says “charity shop”, and squealed, “Oooh, look at that ace top! And that big hat.”

The charity shop had loads of gear, and even though most of it was out of the ark, there was plenty an ace fashion designer like me could do to make it up-to-date.

“If I just cut this top short and add feathers…”

“Mmmm… Fliss, look at these great glass beads.”

“Pretty…” I agreed as I burrowed through a basket of scarves. “You know, I could tie these together to make a really groovy top. I saw one on the catwalks I could copy.”

“And we could use the diamonds from this old brooch to stick on trousers.”

It was cool finding stuff to work on. I was just sorting through a rack of leotards, when the rest of the gang walked in.

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