Free Sleepover Club Eggstravaganza by Ginny Deals Page B

pleased to be able to welcome all our friends on this special occasion, and most importantly to welcome little Isobel into our family.”
    “Hooray!” came the yells and cheers. Kenny almost threw her daffodil up in the air in excitement, but I aimed a quick kick at her shins and stopped her. My arm was beginning to ache – I hoped Dad wasn’t going to drone on for too long…
    “Izzy,” said Dad. “You are now a part of this family, and I hope you will be a source of great pride to us all.”
    “And never get into any food fights!” came a shout from inside the house – Andy, Fliss’s mum’s fiancé!
    “I’ll kill him when we get home!” mutteredFliss, going bright red as everyone cheered even louder than before.
    “So Helena, if you would just like to lead Isobel into the house through this fine guard of honour, we can cut the cake!”
    Everyone started clapping and singing “For she’s a jolly good fellow” as Mum and Izzy marched proudly underneath our guard of honour and stepped into the living room, where Izzy was anointed with a splash of champagne on her forehead.
    “There!” said Kenny with satisfaction. “My idea worked a treat!”
    “Miracles will never cease,” I said with a grin.
    “You watch it, Spaceman!” yelled Kenny, launching herself at me. And before you knew it, there was a ginormous scrapping match.
    “Come on, girls!” Mrs Sidebotham stuck her head round the French window. “You’re missing all the fun!”
    We trooped indoors – and you’ll never guess who we saw. Mrs Weaver!
    “Yikes!” said Fliss, going swiftly intoreverse. “What’s Mrs W doing here?”
    “Oh-oh!” said Rosie, going quite green. “I don’t want to see her for at least the next couple of weeks! My ears are still ringing from all that yelling last week.”
    “We’re on holiday!” groaned Kenny. “What did your folks have to invite her for, Franks?”
    I was frozen to the spot as Mrs Weaver bore down on our shivering little group.
    “Ah, Francesca,” she smiled. “So good of your parents to invite me on this lovely occasion. Doesn’t your little sister look sweet? I won’t be staying long. I’ve just brought back something that belongs to you.”
    And she fished my little Polaroid camera out of her bag and handed it to me. I just gaped at her like a codfish faced with a tough maths question. Mrs W didn’t seem to notice. In fact, she seemed totally her normal self – not like the fire-breathing dragon of last Thursday.
    “I heard all about your heroics in Leicester this morning,” she said. “So I think it’s safe to say that the slate is clean now, don’t youthink? New term, new leaf and all that.” She nodded at the camera. “You’ll find it’s loaded up with film again. Your, er, other film was all finished, I believe.”
    And she turned round and dived back into the chattering crowd.
    “ Well ,” said Kenny, finding her voice at last. “ That was a turn up for the books.”
    “Good old Mrs Weaver!” said Fliss with a huge sigh of relief. “I hate being in trouble. It’s just so much… trouble .”
    “Well put, Fliss!” cried Rosie, slapping her on the back and nearly making her fall over.
    “Guys, guys!” said Lyndz, all excited suddenly. “I knew there was something I had to tell you!”
    We all swivelled round at the tone of her voice. You’d think she was about to deliver the best news any of us had ever heard. And you’d be right!
    “You remember when the camera and photos were confiscated?” gabbled Lyndz.
    “Get on with it!” said Kenny impatiently.
    “Well, you may not have got your revenge inthe way you planned, Franks,” said Lyndz. “But you certainly got it all right. Everyone saw how stupid the M&Ms looked when you dumped all the cake mix on them, Rosie. We may never have seen the photos, but I swear, I’ve never heard so many cake jokes in my life as I did on Friday!”
    “Re-SULT!” we all cheered.
    “But better still,” continued