Sleepover Club Vampires

The next morning I was in the playground first for once. As soon as Rosie appeared, I started doing this crazy jig.

“You look like a turkey with a firework up its bottom!” she shrieked. “What on earth are you doing?”

“The highland fling!” I shouted, throwing myself into my dancing with gusto. “Lyndz and I have to learn it for Uncle Bob’s party. It’s going to be wicked.”

“Oh!” Rosie’s face fell. “Right.”

“Yeah, he has this mega big party every year and we’re going to be there for it. It’s going to be ace! Hey Lyndz, I’m going to have to teach you the highland fling before we go up to Scotland, you know!”

Lyndz was walking into the playground with Frankie and Fliss. She looked kind of embarrassed when I mentioned the Scottish trip, like she didn’t want to upset the others or something. But I didn’t let that stop me.

“Uncle Bob’s got this stonking great pile of a house. It’s really mega. You’d love it, guys!” I looked round the others then clapped my hand over my mouth. “Oops sorry, I forgot! Still, Lyndz and I’ll tell you all about it when we get back, won’t we?”

Lyndz just went bright red and looked at her feet. The others looked seriously peeved.

But I didn’t stop there. By lunchtime I’d told them that Uncle Bob had hundreds of servants, including chefs who could knock up any delicacy you fancied. I’d also told them how all the guests at his party would be in the height of fashion and dripping in diamonds. You should have seen their faces! Honestly, if looks could kill, I’d be dead a million times over.

I was just about to launch into a description of Uncle Bob’s (imaginary) helicopter and speedboat when Frankie snarled:

“OK McKenzie, I think we get the picture! You and Lyndz are going to have a fantastic time in Scotland and we’re not. Well quite frankly I pity Lyndz. I wouldn’t want to spend all my half-term with such a bragger. I don’t know what’s got into you, Kenny. You’re not the same girl we used to know.”

The others stared at me hard and shook their heads. Even Lyndz was looking at me sadly.

“We wouldn’t come to Scotland with you if you paid us, would we girls?” Frankie growled.

“No way!”

“No thanks!”

I grinned. My plan had worked.

“Well that’s a pity,” I said innocently. “Because I was going to ask you all if you wanted to come with us too!”

“You’re kidding!” The others started doing impressions of goldfishes with their mouths open.

“No, straight up,” I admitted. “Uncle Bob invited you himself last night. I was just winding you up to pay you back for being so mean yesterday!”

“Kenny, you creep!” Frankie leapt on to my back.

“Still, if you’re not going to come it doesn’t matter,” I shrugged, shaking her off.

“‘Course we will, you dill!” Frankie grinned. “Especially if your Uncle’s place is as fantastic as you say.”

“Ah well, I actually made that up!” I confessed. “I’ve never even been there myself. It could be one big run-down old shack for all I know.”

“Oh well, in that case,” Rosie said jokingly, “I don’t think we should go. What do you think, Fliss?”

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