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about man-eating tigers and reading out wildlife statistics. Boys are obsessed with world records, aren’t they? Even Ryan was raving on about the biggest this and the smallest that, and you’d think he’d have more sense.
    Personally I didn’t care if something was the biggest or the smallest or even the most inbetweenest, I just wanted to see these gorgeous animals roaming in the wild. It would be the next best thing to visiting Africa or India or wherever. (Don’t tell the others, but I was a teensy bit hazy about where tigers actually come from.)
    When Mrs Weaver told us that the forecast for Friday was sunshine and blue skies, I turned to give Frankie and Lyndz a big thumbs up.
    That’s when I caught sight of Emma. She was staring blankly out of the window, ignoring her booklet, not taking part in the general safari park fever. Suddenly Emma sensed me watching. To my surprise she gave me a weak smile, then turned back to the window.
    Things are getting way too weird round here, I thought. I couldn’t understand why Emma was being so nice or why Kirstin was under the impression that her e-pal was a fully paid-up member of the Sleepover Club. But I was determined to get to the bottom of the mystery.
    At break, while the others were playing a mad game of leapfrog on the field, I wandered off to find Emma.
    She was sitting on the grass by herself, gloomily making a daisy chain. I checked I wasn’t about to sit in anything gross then plunked myself down beside her.
    “How’s Emily doing?” I asked casually. “Any better?”
    “Like you care,” Emma said bleakly. “But that’s OK. We don’t like you guys either. You’re always sniggering behind our backs.”
    Excuse me! I thought. Frankie and Kenny might snigger, but I have a very sweet little giggle, thank you very much. But I was trying to win Emma’s confidence, so I just said, “What about Kirstin. Is she sightseeing again today?”
    But Emma just jabbed her thumbnail viciously into a daisy stem and didn’t reply.
    “Look, I’m not stupid,” I told her. “I know something’s wrong. And I know it’s got something to do with the Sleepover Club and Kirstin.”
    “Do you really want to know what’s going on?” Emma said doubtfully.
    “I said so, didn’t I?”
    “OK, I’ll tell you. Kirstin lives right out in the Australian bush somewhere. She doesn’t even go to a proper school. She studies with the Air School or something.”
    “Kirstin has flying lessons?” I gasped.
    Emma gave a weary sigh. “Fliss, honestly,”she said in her prissy voice. “The Air School is when they teach you on the radio and the Internet and whatever. The point is, she lives in the middle of nowhere, but she’s got all these friends, don’t ask me how. Every time she sent me an e-mail, she seemed to be having such a great time. I didn’t have anything to write about, except feuding with you guys, and getting my homework in on time. Again. So, well, I did this stupid thing—”
    “What did you do?” I couldn’t imagine what Emma had done that could be so bad.
    “I pretended you were my friends,” Emma said miserably. “I even told her you had sleepovers at my house.”
    I didn’t know what to say.
    She glared at me. “Well, go on! Run back and tell your little friends. Then you can all crack jokes about how pathetic I am.”
    But I didn’t feel like joking. I didn’t even feel like smiling. I’d never heard anything so sad in my life.
    “But why did you pick us if you hate us so much?” I blurted out.
    Emma looked at me as if I was dense. “Don’t you get it? You guys have it all. You look so good for a start. You’re totally up to date. Even Kenny and she doesn’t even care about fashion.”
    Boy, we must be cool, I thought. Even our enemies think we’re stylish.
    Emma was still ticking off our positive qualities.
    “Frankie is just so original. Plus she has a mad sense of humour. Kenny is ace at football. Let’s face it, she’s better than