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you see it every day. But if you live in the Midlands like we do, that first glimpse is a REALLY big deal. So we got totally overexcited!
    “YAYY! Sleepover girls on the beach!” Kenny yelled suddenly.
    And we all joined in, shrieking, “Sleepover girls on the beach! Sleepover girls on the beach!”
    Then Rosie got muddled up, yelling “Beachover girls on the sleep”, and everyone collapsed into hysterics.
    We stopped yelling as suddenly as we’d begun and just gazed around us happily. It was a very pebbly beach, with patches of damp sand, and a thick scattering of seaweed – the lacy pink and green kind, plusthe luscious bobbly stuff you can pop, kind of Nature’s bubblewrap!
    The tide was out, exposing weedy rocks and rock pools and the shells of tiny crabs. Several white gulls were circling overhead, making their lonely cry.
    “Our own private beach,” said Fliss dreamily. “Just like film stars.”
    Kenny had gone into her starving girl impersonation. “Food!” she said feebly, stretching out a shaking hand. “
Now!
”
    “Hang on, Kenz,” I teased her. “Food is coming!”
    We hastily shared out the rations.
    Frankie’s vegetarian as you probably know, so she had veggie burgers with her chips. The rest of us had cod coated in crispy golden batter.
    They give you loads of chips at that shop. Amazingly they were still hot. A bit too hot! We kept burning our mouths. But we were so hungry, we totally didn’t care.
    When she’d finished, Rosie licked each of her fingers one by one. “We’ll definitely put them in the Sleepover Food Guide,” she mumbled.
    A worried look appeared in Fliss’s eyes. “I feel just a bit too full,” she said anxiously.
    Frankie burped. “Me too. I drank that ginger beer too fast.”
    “Let’s paddle,” I suggested. “That’ll help it go down.”
    We weighted our rubbish with pebbles, so it wouldn’t blow away while we were gone. I don’t remember the Thingybobby kids ever bothering about rubbish, but then they didn’t have to worry about the ozone layer either.
    We didn’t paddle for very long. The sun was starting to set and the sea was FREEZING, plus Suffolk pebbles totally kill your feet. So we went for an explore on the rocks instead. Bubblewrap seaweed makes great upholstery!
    After a while Rosie said reluctantly, “We should probably go back.”
    We started to pick our way through the pebbles.
    “Sunset’s so flattering, isn’t it?” said Fliss. “You’re all pink and glowing, Lyndz.”
    Frankie was looking thoughtful. “This issuch a great place,” she said. “Just a
teensy
bit too quiet. Do you think we can liven things up a bit?”
    “Like how?” said Kenny.
    Frankie gave me a mischievous look. “An adventure maybe? What do you reckon, Lyndz?”
    I wondered if she was taking the mickey. You can never tell with Frankie.
    “Erm, don’t know really,” I said cautiously.
    Frankie sounded hurt. “Now don’t pretend you wouldn’t kill for an adventure, Lyndsey Collins. Why else did you bring those manky old adventure books on holiday?”
    Yes, my mate was definitely trying to wind me up. And I was just going to tell her to get off my case when Kenny broke into a huge smile.
    “Oh, I had a quick read of one this morning. Hope you don’t mind, Lyndz,” she added hastily. “I just
lurve
those stories. They’re so old fashioned, but you have to keep turning the pages.”
    “I
know
!” said Rosie. “You like,
hate
yourself, but you can’t help it.”
    I was stunned. Well, how about that! Ithought. My mates were secret Thingybobby fans all along!
    And then it dawned on me. I mean, if Frankie despised those books as much as she said, how come she has all this expert knowledge?
    She ADORES them, I realised suddenly. She’s just worried about her street cred! This thought made me ridiculously happy!!
    Frankie beamed at me. “So how about it, Lyndz?”
    “What kind of adventure were you thinking of?” asked Rosie eagerly.
    She thought for