Sleepovers (13 page)

“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-e-e-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 holding 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.”

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.