Sleepover Club Blitz
by Angie Bates
CONTENTS
Have you been invited to all these sleepovers?
Sleepover kit List
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Copyright
About the Publisher
HAVE YOU BEEN INVITED TO ALL THESE SLEEPOVERS?
1 The Sleepover Club at Frankie’s
2 The Sleepover Club at Lyndsey’s
3 The Sleepover Club at Felicity’s
4 The Sleepover Club at Rosie’s
5 The Sleepover Club at Kenny’s
6 Starring the Sleepover Club
7 The Sleepover Girls go Spice
8 The 24 Hour Sleepover Club
9 The Sleepover Club Sleeps Out
10 Happy Birthday, Sleepover Club
11 Sleepover Girls on Horseback
12 Sleepover in Spain
13 Sleepover on Friday 13th
14 Sleepover Girls at Camp
15 Sleepover Girls go Detective
16 Sleepover Girls go Designer
17 The Sleepover Club Surfs the Net
18 Sleepover Girls on Screen
19 Sleepover Girls and Friends
20 Sleepover Girls on the Catwalk
21 The Sleepover Club Goes for Goal!
22 Sleepover Girls Go Babysitting
23 Sleepover Girls Go Snowboarding
24 Happy New Year, Sleepover Club!
25 Sleepover Club 2000
26 We Love You Sleepover Club
27 Vive le Sleepover Club!
28 Sleepover Club Eggstravaganza
29 Emergency Sleepover
30 Sleepover Girls on the Range
31 The Sleepover Club Bridesmaids
32 Sleepover Girls see Stars
1. Sleeping bag
2. Pillow
3. Pyjamas or a nightdress
4. Slippers
5. Toothbrush, toothpaste, soap etc 6. Towel
7. Teddy
8. A creepy story
9. Food for a midnight feast: chocolate, crisps, sweets, biscuits. In fact anything you like to eat.
10. Torch
11. Hairbrush
12. Hair things like a bobble or hairband, if you need them
13. Clean knickers and socks
14. Change of clothes for the next day
15. Sleepover diary and membership card
ATISHOO! Oops! Didn’t mean to sneeze on you! Oh, I don’t believe it. It’s you!
No, it’s great. I’m just embarrassed. You’ve caught me in my icky dog-walking clothes. I hadn’t expected to run into any Sleepover fans today. I must look a total mess.
Hang on, I’ve got to blow my nose. As you can see, I’ve got the WORST cold. My big sister, Tiffany, is threatening to enter me for the sneezing Olympics!
Oh, now I get the picture! A little bird leaked the news of our most outrageous sleepover since records began and you’re desperate for an update, right?
Well, it might not look like it, but you definitely came to the right girl. Yep, the amazingly groovy Rosie Cartwright gets a starring role again! Yes, I DO mean me, you fluff-brain!
Unfortunately, you’ve caught me at a bad moment. Not only am I looking a scruffbag, but also (yikes, this sounds incredibly rude), I was just on my way out!! Is that bad luck or what?
Literally FIVE minutes before you showed up, I promised Mum I’d take our dog for a run. Jenny has the MOST energy. It’s all I can do to keep up, while she drags me uphill and down whatever, chasing cute, fluffy (and totally imaginary) rabbits. Not the ideal situation for a girly chat, as I’m sure you’ll agree.
It’s such a pain. I’d heaps rather talk to you than walk our dog. No, I CAN’T take her later. The poor thing’s been crossing her legs for hours.
Strictly speaking, it was my big sister’s turn. I only agreed to do a swap on one condition. The absolute MICRO-second I get back, Tiffany has to march into that kitchen and make me a mega bowl of her dee-licious toffee-flavoured popcorn! Time-travel makes you incredibly hungry for some reason.
Sorry, I couldn’t resist dropping that in! You should see your face! You think I’m kidding, don’t you? Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to go back in time, because I won’t believe you!
The other day, all of us girls in the Sleepover Club shared our secret time-travel fantasies.
Lyndz, who is totally horse-mad, if you remember, wanted to go back to before Columbus. She said she’d just LURVE to see what America looked like before white men turned up with their guns and chicken-pox germs and stuff. “I’d hang out with Native Americans, and ride bareback on those gorgeous pinto ponies they had,” she said.
Fliss wanted to go back to when girls wore Empire-line dresses, and those gauzy little shawls. I’m not saying Fliss is a bimbo or anything, but sometimes she really gives that impression!
“Could we have a teensy bit more info?” Kenny grinned. “Like when was