on Friday afternoon full of enthusiasm, and desperate to tell her how good Beckyâs history project had been, and how Becky had stood up in front of the whole class and talked. Mrs Ryan could hardly believe that these were the same girls whoâd been refusing to speak to each other the weekend before last.
âSo, things are going all right at Manor Hill, then?â she asked, smiling.
âUh-huh.â Three emphatic nods, and yes-type noises round mouthfuls of chocolate biscuit.
âItâs fun,â added Becky, managing to swallow first. âMum, do you think we could have some friends round soon?â
Mrs Ryan positively grinned. Thinking back to how worried sheâd been about Becky settling down at school, this was more than she could have possibly hoped for. âWhy not? Do you want to ring them and ask them for tomorrow?â
âYes!â Annabel actually choked on her biscuit with excitement, and leapt up to grab her mobile.
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Next morning Becky was sitting on the garden bench stroking Pixie, who was taking a well-earned rest after catching half a pigeon (or rather, a couple of feathers from the tail-end â the rest of it had got away, leaving Pixie sitting on the grass looking disgusted and spitting feathers out of her mouth for at least five minutes, and the triplets rolling around on the grass laughing). Becky thought to herself that what sheâd said to Mum was true â school was fun.
The only irritating thing was they hadnât yet managed to think of a way to get Max back for the stunt heâd pulled on Katie. But one thing was certain â Max needed to be careful, because they were so going to get him, eventually.
At least the six of them â the triplets and Megan, Saima and Fran â had managed the best payback ever for Amyâs meanness. The best bit was, theyâd nicked Amyâs own idea! Every time they saw the evil threesome, the six of them would just giggle, as though they were trying desperately hard not to, but there was something so funny they just couldnât help it. It was driving Amy mad. Sheâd been checking her clothes, her hair, everything, to see what was making them laugh â she was obviously convinced that she had her skirt tucked in her knickers, or something. Six to three was absolutely no contest.
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A couple of hours later, Orlando and Pixie were on the shed roof, sulking furiously. What had happened to their nice quiet garden? It was full of people â and a dog ,of all things.
The dog in question was having a marvellous time. Football was most definitely his favourite game ever. Lots of people to jump up at, and a lovely big ball to chase.
âThat dogâs a better striker than you, Katie!â called Becky, as Feathers nicked the ball again, and raced down to the bottom of the garden, barking like mad.
âIf only we could get him to aim at the goal instead of the pond, heâd be playing for Chelsea,â said Fran. She was a bit damp from retrieving the ball several times already.
âOh, look at those cats.â Becky nudged her, and pointed to the shed. âTheyâre so cross!â
âDo you think I should take Feathers home?â worried Fran.
âNo way!â Annabel stroked his feathery ears. âItâll do those cats good to have Becky fussing over someone else for a bit. They think sheâs their personal slave.â
âItâs true.â Becky smiled. âBut thatâs only because I am their personal slave, of course. Oh, look, Mumâs waving. Come on, everyone!â she called cheerfully. âPizza!â
Even Feathers wasted no time heading for the kitchen. Delicious smells had been wafting out for the last quarter of an hour, and with six new people to look soulfully at, he was pretty sure he could manage a good feed â he was an expert, after all.
The six girls sat munching happily round the kitchen table while