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  It was another white witchy ghost movie. This one was even worse. It's about a girl walking in the country by herself. She keeps looking round anxiously and you hear these footsteps and then there's this awful waily breathing noise, a bit like Lily having one of her spells but worse, so the girl starts to run and she sees this camping site and she runs harder and shouts but then something grabs at her and you see her face and she screams and screams and screams.

  I had to suck my thumb hard to stop myself screaming too.

  "Look at little suck-a-thumb! Baby!" said Chloe. "She's scared of a silly film."

  "I'm scared too," said Emily.

  "And me," said Amy.

  "Can't we do something else, like see if there's any cake left?" said Bella.

  "No, no, you've got to watch the bit that comes next. It's so cool!" said Chloe.

  We were at the camping site now. The girl is inside her tent, just waking up and stretching, and then she sees something poking at her tent from the outside and she laughs at first, thinking it's one of her friends. She even calls out to them, but there's no reply, there's just this awful waily noise and then suddenly a terrible white claw rips through the tent and I had to shut my eyes tight and I nearly bit right through my thumb.

  "Watch it, Daisy. Don't close your eyes!" said Chloe.

  "I don't want to watch it," said Bella.

  "She doesn't have to watch it if she doesn't want to," said Amy.

  "Shall we switch it off?" said Emily, getting up.

  "Sit down, Emily. You're all babies. Of course we're not switching it off," said Chloe.

  But then we heard my Dad calling just outside and Chloe shot up quick and stopped the video. A film on television flashed on instead just in time.

  "How are you doing, girls?" said Dad, putting his head round the door. "Are you OK, Daisy?"

  "Yes, Dad," I said.

  "I thought you were watching 101 Dalmatians?" said Dad, looking at the television.

  "Oh, we were. But we just wanted to peek at this film on the telly too," said Chloe in this cutesy-pie tone she uses for her own dad.

  My dad didn't look as if he totally believed her. He blinked at the television.

  "Well, I don't think you should be watching this old film. I saw it years ago and it gets a bit scary," said Dad.

  Compared to Chloe's white witchy ghost films it was about as scary as Teletubbies, but I was glad when Dad switched the television off, even so.

  "Anyway, I've come to announce that your sleeping quarters are now fully prepared, noble ladies," said Dad in a daft voice, bowing low.

  He'd got it beautifully cosy inside the tent, with the big cushions from the sofa to sprawl on and the special garden fairy lights rigged up inside the tent so it glowed precious jewel colours, amber, emerald and ruby. There were lots of our old shawls and rugs and cardis too so that we were still ever so cosy when we were changed into our pyjamas.

  Then we talked and talked and talked and talked: about our favourite singers (I copied Emily) and footballers (I copied Emily again) and the boys in our class at school (I didn't need to copy because they're all gross). Then we made up our favourite clothes and this time I went first and invented this seriously cool black-and-silver outfit with black high heels and Emily copied me because she said she liked the sound of mine so much. We chose our favourite colours (black and silver, naturally) and our favourite animals (Emily and I both said "bears" together and burst out laughing). Then we all said what we wanted to do when we grew up. Emily said she wanted to be a footballer and if she couldn't she'd teach PE in school and I said I wanted to be an artist but if I couldn't I'd teach Art in school. Chloe said I was a useless copycat which wasn't fair because I've always loved Art and I'm good at teaching too. I teach Lily lots, even though she doesn't learn very quickly. Chloe said teachers were boring anyway and she was going to be a famous actress. Amy said she was going to be a famous dancer and Bella said she was going to be a famous TV chef. Then she said she felt a bit peckish and at that exact moment Mum came out with big mugs of hot chocolate (and a hot blackcurrant for Emily) and a bowl of popcorn.

  "Wow! This is the best sleepover party ever," said Bella. "Even better than mine."

  "It's nowhere near as good as mine," said Chloe.

  "We've all had super sleepovers," said Emily. "But yours is just great, Daisy," and she reached for my hand under the rug and gave it a squeeze.

  While we sipped our drinks and munched popcorn we swapped our Most Embarrassing Moments (I'm not going to tell you!) and we laughed so much the bowl tipped over and we had to play hunt the popcorn in our sleeping bags. Then we played Double Dare and some of the dares were amazingly outrageous (I'm not going to tell you again, though I will just say that one of us took her pyjamas off and went into the garden and ran right round the tent, but it was dark by then so no-one could see – I hope!)

  Then we started to tell ghost stories and that was fun at first but Chloe's started to get a bit too scary.

  "Do shut up, Chloe," Emily begged, putting her hands over her ears.

  "Don't be stupid. It's just a story. Ghosts aren't real," said Chloe.

  "Yes, they are! My granny kept seeing the ghost of my grandad after he died," said Amy.

  "Let's play ghosts," said Bella, and she pulled the white pillow case off her pillow and put it over her head and made funny who-o-o-o ghost noises. Then she went oooh instead because she'd found some more popcorn inside the pillowcase and went gobble gobble munch munch.

  "You are a piglet, Bella," said Amy.

  So Bella made piglet noises and then we all played a daft game of Farmyard and got the giggles so badly our tummies hurt. Then we sang all the songs we knew and then we played making up a poem together.

  I started it.

  "We are the special Alphabet Girls." "Some of us have straight hair, some of us have curls," said Emily.

  "We all like to dance if we get the chance," said Amy.

  "We eat lots of chocolate yum yum yum," said Bella.

  "Chloe and Emily, Amy and Bella, and Daisy Diddums Fat Bum," said Chloe.

  "Daisy isn't a bit fat," said Emily.

  "I am, but I don't care," said Bella. "Daisy, do you think your mum might have some more popcorn in the kitchen?"

  "I think my mum and dad have gone to bed now. But tell you what we have got . . . my birthday chocolates!"

  I handed round the box. Emily said she was far too full up to have even half a chocolate. Amy took one. Chloe chose the special caramel and hazelnut, my favourite. Bella took one – and then another and another – and then even she said sleepily that she was almost full up.

  We were all starting to feel very, very s-l-ee- p-y . . .

  Bella fell so soundly asleep she started to snore a little bit and we all got the giggles. Then Amy curled up and went quiet. After a long time Chloe dropped off too. Emily and I whispered very, very quietly together. I decided to close my eyes just for a minute and then I was suddenly asleep too . . .

  I woke up with a start. I heard this rustling nearby. Then something grabbed hold of my shoulder. The white witchy ghost was coming to get me!

  "Help!" I gasped.

  "Shut up, stupid."

  It was only Chloe, wriggling right out of her sleeping bag.

  "What are you doing, Chloe? It's still the middle of the night."

  "I know. I need to go to the loo. You'll have to show me where it is."

  "It's upstairs. Mum left the back door ajar so we'd be able to nip in."

  "I won't be able to find it in the dark," said Chloe, shaking me. "You'll have to come with me."

  "Oooh, I'm so sleepy, Chloe," I said. Then a thought occurred to me that made me wake up properly.

  "Hey, you're not scared of the dark, are you?"

  "Of course not, idiot," said Chloe, but when we crept out of the tent into the black garden a cat suddenly yowled and we both squealed and clutched each other. We trekked through the wet grass in our bare feet. We were still hol
ding hands.

  "You're shaking, Chloe," I whispered.

  "It's cold," Chloe hissed.

  It was cold. But it was also SCARY. I knew it was only my scruffy old garden where I played every day, but in the dark it went wild and woody and I didn't like it one bit. I also felt distinctly weird holding Chloe's hand.

  As soon as we got in the house we drew apart abruptly.

  "Put the light on now!" said Chloe.

  "But I'll wake Mum and Dad," I said.

  I really meant I'd wake Lily. I shushed Chloe and hoped she'd go quietly. At least she wasn't wearing her clackety-stomp high heels.

  But Lily was awake already. She obviously felt it was morning now. She heard Chloe and me padding across the dark landing towards the loo. She felt indignant. She wanted to get up too.

  "UR UR UR UR UR UR!" Lily wailed.

  "A-A-A-A-A-A-A-H!" Chloe screamed. "It's the witch ghost!"

  "What on earth . . . ?" said Mum, stumbling out of her bedroom.

  She switched on the landing light. Chloe was crying! And it wasn't just her face that was damp. She'd wet herself!

  She gave a little squeak and hurtled into the bathroom sharpish.

  "Oh dear," said Mum. "Poor little thing. Look, you see if you can quieten Lily down while I go and find a spare pair of pyjamas for Chloe. You keep out of the way, Daisy, I expect she'll be a bit embarrassed."

  "I'll say!" I muttered.

  I went into Lily's room.

  "UR UR UR UR UR UR!" said Lily.

  "That's right, Lily! You're the greatest. You really frightened her. You're the cleverest sister in the whole wide world."

  Fifteen

  I went back to the tent – but Chloe didn't. When I woke up in the morning she still wasn't there.

  "Where's Chloe?" said Emily, leaning up on one elbow.

  "Maybe the witchy ghost has got her!" said Amy, rubbing her eyes.

  "I wish!" said Bella. She smacked her lips. "Is it breakfast time?"

  Mum was pouring juice and laying out bowls of cereal in the kitchen. Dad was eating a banana and looking sleepy. Lily was strapped in her special chair. She sang, "Ur ur ur ur ur," quietly to herself.

  There was no sign of Chloe.

  "Did Chloe sleep in my bedroom after . . . ?" I said.

  "After what?"

  "What happened, Daisy?"

  "Tell us!"

  "Now, now," said Mum. "You don't want to tell tales, Daisy. Chloe decided she wanted to go home so Dad drove her back."

  "In the middle of the night," said Dad. "She went all sad and sulky after she wet herself."

  "Dad!" said Mum.

  "Oops!" said Dad.

  "She wet herself ?" said Amy.

  "Chloe wet herself!" said Emily.

  "And she calls us babies?" said Bella.

  We had a wonderful time for the rest of the morning, all five of us. Lily kind of joined in too. Amy gave her a drink of milk and Emily fed her some special cereal and Bella crumbled chocolate into very teeny, tiny pieces and spooned them into Lily's mouth. Lily liked all this attention. She particularly liked the chocolate and went, "Ur ur ur ur ur," smacking her lips.

  "There. I knew she'd like chocolate," said Bella.

  Then we all watched television for a bit and then we played this mad game of Charades. Lily played a baby and an old, old lady and we let her be a ghost again too as she was so very good at it. Then Amy's mum came calling for her. Then Bella's dad. Then for a very special half hour it was just Emily and me and Lily. Emily and I rather wanted to play teddy bears but that was right out of the question, so we played hairdressers instead. I styled Emily's hair and she styled mine and then we both styled Lily's hair. I did one side and Emily did the other, plaiting it carefully and arranging her daisy slides. Lily wasn't too sure about this at first but then she got into the swing of it and said, "Ur ur ur ur ur," very happily.

  "Oh Lily, you look lovely!" said Mum, and she looked like she was going to cry.

  "You look utterly gorgeous, little Lily," said Dad, pretending to bow to her. He put his arm round Emily and me. "And you two look ultra-fantastic too."

  Emily and I beamed. And then her mum came to collect her. Emily gave me a special big hug and said it had been the best sleepover ever, ever, ever. Then she paused.

  "I'm going to break friends with Chloe, Daisy – somehow! So will you be my new best friend?"

  "Oh yes please, Emily! I'd like that more than anything!" I said.

  I was so-o-o-o-o-o-o happy. But I was also a tiny bit scared too, wondering what Chloe would say, worrying what Chloe would do.

  But you'll never ever guess what! We didn't have to break friends with Chloe. She broke friends with us!

  When I got to school on Monday morning Chloe was telling a whole gang of girls that she'd been to the worst sleepover party in the world on Saturday.

  "Daisy's house is all little and poky and there's no room anywhere and she's got this totally batty, loopy, maniac baby sister who screams all the time." Chloe screwed up her face into a mad leer and wailed. Some of the girls laughed. I clenched my fists.

  "You shut up, Chloe. My sister isn't mad. She's got learning difficulties, that's all."

  "She isn't Daisy's baby sister, she's her big sister. I like her a lot," said Emily.

  "She's special because she's got special needs," said Amy.

  "It's sad because she can't do much but she can still eat chocolate," said Bella.

  "Why are you all sticking up for Daisy Diddums and her loopy baby sister?" said Chloe, scowling.

  "They're not the babies. You are," said Emily.

  Chloe paused. She went red. She realized we all knew about her little accident. She waited, wondering if we were actually going to come out with it in front of everyone.

  We waited too.

  "You're not my best friend any more, Emily. You're not my friends either, Amy and Bella. And I wouldn't have you for a friend if you were the last girl in the world, Daisy Diddums," said Chloe, and she turned her back on us and went off with this new gang of girls.

  It was so-o-o-o-o wonderful! So now Emily and I are best friends and Amy and Bella are best friends and we all go round in a special foursome at school. Chloe doesn't look as if she likes it but there's nothing she can do about it – she knows we could still tell on her.

  It's all because of Lily! She's the best sister ever.

  Table of Contents

  Sleepovers

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen