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Fliss,” said Andy. “One phone call should fix that. Steve and Maria won’t mind.” He glanced at Mum. “It’s only once in a millennium.”
    If one more person uses that phrase I personally am going to SCREAM, I thought.
    Mum went skipping off to organise Thermos flasks. “Make me a nice fat sandwich while you’re at it, Nikki,” Andy called. “I’ll eat when we come back.”
    Obviously Andy was inviting himself on this insane expedition too!
    The others started pulling on sweaters and socks, chatting away. I put mine on too. I mean, I didn’t exactly have a
choice.
    This is what they mean by “Millennium Fever”, I thought. People rushing round doing stupid things they’d never usually dream of doing.
    Like squandering precious sleepover hours in a cold, dark field, with a bunch of hairy weirdos.
    “Cheer up, princess,” grinned Andy as we piled into the car. “It may never happen.”
    I folded my arms across my chest, to show my parents I was totally
not
impressed. “Huh!” I said.

The main road was deserted as we drove out of the village. I decided anyone with any sense was in the warm, watching telly. A huge moon floated over the snowy fields. Isn’t it peculiar, the way the moon always seems to be, like, personally following your car?
    Mum and Andy were chatting about the wedding. Well, Mum did most of the talking. Andy said stuff like “Mmm” and “Nice one” and “Ouch. That’s a bit pricey, Nikki.”
    Suddenly Kenny gave me a poke in the ribs. “Aren’t you going to stand up to Frankie, you wally?” she growled.
    “What?” I said stupidly
    Can you guess what the quarrel was about? Frankie was only telling everyone
she
was going to operate our camcorder! I can’t
believe
that girl sometimes.
    “The protest was MY idea,” Frankie was saying. “If it wasn’t for me, the rest of you wouldn’t even BE here.”
    Boy, did Kenny get mad then! “And YOU wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Fliss,” she told her. “Look, we’re a team, OK? That means we all work together.”
    “I know what ‘team’ means, thanks very much,” snapped Frankie. “It means we all do the job we’re best at. And filming is my thing. Everyone knows that.”
    “We don’t know that at all,” I said. “Admit it! You’re just peeved because the M&Ms got the Media Zone.”
    Actually, I think Andy would make an excellent secret agent. Can you believe he was earwigging our back-seat quarrel at the same time he and Mum were having their wedding chat!
    “No offence, girls,” he chipped in. “But there’s no way I’m letting any of you loose with my new camcorder.” He sounded friendly but dead firm.
    “Oh,” said Frankie in a shocked voice. And she totally shut up.
    One – nil toAndy, I thought. I could have hugged him. Well, if he wasn’t driving.
    “But I don’t want to be a party pooper,” Andy went on. “So how about if Fliss and Frankie share the interviewing, and I tag along as, like, your loyal cameraman?”
    Frankie cheered up at once. I told you she fancies herself as a media star.
    Personally I hate being videoed. Especially for something that’s going to be seen by the whole school. Even if I did the interview hiding behind the camera, you’d still hear my voice. I HATE the sound of my voice on tape. It’s so-o weedy Like a squeaky little gerbil.
    “Frankie can do it,” I said. “I don’t know what to say.”
    “’Course you don’t, princess,” said Andy. He flashed me a huge grin. “There isn’t anything TO say, yet! This film crew is still in transit!”
    He flicked on the indicator and turned into Browses Lane. “Hello,” he said. “We’ve hit a traffic jam.”
    He was exaggerating. There were four cars crawling along in front of us. The lane hadn’t been gritted and was incredibly slippy.
    Suddenly the back end of the car began to slide sideways. I heard a scared gerbil squeak coming from somewhere. Then I realised it was me!
    Luckily Andy’s an excellent