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that race,” I replied, as we heard the soundof the karts starting off again. “And anyway, we’re OK. There’s no-one out here.”
    “Hi, can I help you?” said a voice from behind us.
    We all jumped two metres into the air, and Fliss actually screamed! There was a girl standing behind us, holding a screwdriver in her hand. She was a bit older than us, about fourteen, with long dark hair, and she was wearing scruffy jeans and a sweatshirt.
    “Er – we just came out to look at the karts,” I spluttered. “We didn’t see the sign.”
    Frankie groaned and nudged me. “If you didn’t see the sign, how do you know there was a sign?” she hissed.
    I turned red, but the girl just laughed.
    “Hi, I’m Charlotte, Charlie for short,” she said with a friendly grin. “Are you interested in karts?”
    “Well, we’ve only just started karting,” Frankie explained. “But, yes, we are.”
    “Come and see mine,” said Charlie, and she led us over to a really sad-looking kart. It wasn’t even painted, it was just made of bare metal.
    “Er – very nice,” said Fliss awkwardly.
    “Don’t worry, I’m doing it up!” Charlie said with a grin. “I’ve just got to tinker with a few bits and pieces, and then I’ll paint it.”
    “You’re not going to paint it black and gold, are you?” I asked, winking at the others. “Because there’s someone who might not be too pleased if you do!”
    Charlie grinned even wider. “Oh, you’ve met Josh, I see.”
    “Yeah, worse luck!” I replied.
    “He’s a right creep,” Frankie chimed in.
    “And smug with it,” Rosie added.
    “He keeps winding us up,” Lyndz explained.
    “Do you know him?” Fliss asked.
    “You could say that,” Charlie replied. “He’s my brother!’
    We all nearly died . If a big hole had opened up right in front of us, we’d have jumped straight into it, I swear. We all started saying sorry, and that we didn’t really mean it. Meanwhile, Charlie was laughing fit to bust.
    “It’s OK,” she said. “I know he can be a right pain sometimes. He’s been getting upmy nose ever since Dad bought this place a few weeks ago.”
    “Are you into karting too, then?” Rosie asked.
    Charlie nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been karting for years. But I prefer doing up old karts, while Josh likes to have the latest model on the market. That one he’s driving at the moment cost a fortune.”
    “So what does Josh think about you karting?” Frankie asked. “He says it’s a man’s sport!”
    Charlie shrugged. “Yeah, more boys than girls are into it, that’s true. But the girls are just as good. Josh is just winding you up!”
    “Hey, Kenny, we’d better get a move on.” Frankie slapped me on the shoulder. “Your mum’s probably looking for us.”
    “OK,” I said reluctantly. I would’ve liked to stay and chat to Charlie a bit longer – she was cool!
    “Are you coming on Saturday?” Charlie asked. “We’ve got a special race day on, with team races and prizes.”
    “Team races?” Frankie said, looking interested.
    “Yeah, teams of five.” Charlie grinned at us. “So you’ll be OK!”
    “Hear that, guys?” I said excitedly, as we waved goodbye to Charlie and went back into the arena. “The team races sound mega-cool!”
    “And we’ve still got tomorrow to practise for them,” Lyndz pointed out.
    “Maybe we could all wear the same T-shirt or something on Saturday,” Rosie suggested. “To show we’re a team.”
    “Yeah, we could customise them with fabric paints,” Fliss said. “Like we did when we played five-a-side football that time.”
    “We could do that tomorrow night when we sleep over at Lyndz’s,” Frankie added.
    When we went back into the arena, there was some sort of presentation going on. There was a little stage to one side of the track, a bit like those platforms the medal-winners stand on in the Olympics, and Josh Mr Smug Stevens was standing on top of it, looking as if he’d just won a gold