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moreexperienced, but then she’d make it up on the straight runs. Now they were heading for the bridge for the second time, and she was right behind him. Poor old Lyndz was way down the field in second-to-last place, but at least she was still going without any disasters.
    “D’you think Fliss’ll qualify for the next round?” Rosie asked anxiously, her eyes fixed to the track.
    “There’s still twelve laps to go,” Frankie replied, “but she’s got a great chance!”
    By the eighth lap, Fliss was still right behind Josh. Until…
    “Why is she slowing down?” I asked anxiously.
    “Look, she’s pulling off the track!” Frankie groaned. “There must be something wrong with her kart!”
    We could hardly believe it. Fliss had had to drop out of the race because her kart had conked out. Honestly, I could have cried. And guess who won the race by a mile? Mr Smarmy Stevens, that’s who!
    “OK, Frankie,” I said urgently, as the drivers for Heat 4 were called. “It’s all up to you now.”
    “I’ll do my best,” Frankie promised. Then she slapped palms with each of us for luck, and went off to get into her kart. She looked pretty calm, but I’d already nearly chewed all my fingernails off by the time the race started.
    Frankie drove brilliantly, but there was a girl in her heat who was pretty good. Frankie chased her all the way, with us screaming our heads off, but she couldn’t catch her and she only made it into second place. It was a great result, but it wasn’t good enough for her to get into the final. So there were no Sleepovers taking part at all. And didn’t Josh Stevens just love it.
    “Oh dear, girls!” he called, waving at us while Alex and Robin, who’d won Heat 6, stood around, sniggering. “Keep practising and you’ll get better. In about ten years’ time, maybe!”
    That did it. I was steaming mad. I charged over to him – or at least I would have done if the others hadn’t grabbed me and hung on. Frankie and Lyndz had hold of my arms, Fliss grabbed the collar of my race suit and Rosieflung her arms round my waist, and held on tight!
    “OK, OK,” I muttered crossly. “I won’t kill him this time!”
    “Maybe we’ll do better tomorrow,” Lyndz said hopefully.
    Maybe she wasn’t too wrong either. After all, Frankie and Fliss had turned out to be good drivers, and I wasn’t too bad, as long as I didn’t look over my shoulder! Lyndz and Rosie still needed a bit more practice, but we had two more days left on our free passes. If one of us could just beat Josh Stevens in just one race, it’d be brilliant…
    Our karting session for the day was over. We could have stayed and watched the final, but none of us felt like it. After all, Josh Stevens was bound to win, and I’d had enough of his ugly mug to last me a lifetime!
    “Where’s your mum gone, Kenny?” Lyndz asked, as we came out of the changing area, having taken off all our racing gear.
    “Dunno,” I shrugged, and looked around. “She must be around somewhere. Maybe she’s gone to the café again.”
    “Hey, guys!” That was Frankie, and she sounded really excited. “Come and look at this!”
    There was a door standing open at the side of the arena, which led outside. Frankie was peering through it, and when we joined her, we saw what she was looking at. There were loads of old, beaten-up karts piled up in big heaps on the grass, some of them covered with tarpaulin.
    “Come on, let’s take a look,” I said eagerly. I was about to rush through the door when Fliss grabbed my arm. “Look at the sign, Kenny.”
    I looked. There was a sign on the wall which read Strictly No Entry for Members of the Public .
    “Oh, poo!” I scoffed. “Who’s gonna know?” And I took a quick glance over my shoulder, and legged it outside. The others followed, although Fliss was worrying, as usual.
    “What if Josh Stevens sees us?” she asked anxiously. “He might tell his dad!”
    “Josh Stevens is too busy trying to win