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idea wilted and died on the spot. Kenny was the only one of us who could draw, anyway – and none of us wanted to look at a daffodil ever again. So we did a string of limericks, and decorated them as best we could. You might say our hearts weren’t really in it, though.
    Straight after school, we waited for Kenny. When she came out of Reception, she looked really fed up.
    “Don’t talk to me,” was all she said. “I’m notin the mood.” And she walked over to her bike, strapped on her helmet, and pedalled slowly out of the school gates.
    Fliss was practically in tears. “Kenny’s parents are going to go absolutely mad when they read that letter!” she wailed.
    “Rather her than me,” shuddered Lyndz.
    “She brought it on herself,” said Rosie primly.
    “Don’t say that!” I said, swinging round and glaring at Rosie. “She saved our skins in Mrs Poole’s office, you know. That took serious courage.”
    Rosie shrugged and wouldn’t look at me. “She told the truth, that’s all. The others agree with me, don’t you, guys?”
    “Is that what you all think?” I said, turning on the others. “That Kenny deserves her punishment?”
    Fliss and Lyndz both looked at the ground and refused to answer my question.
    “Some friends you are!” I flung at them angrily, and stalked off down the road on my own, ignoring Fliss’s pathetic little cry of“Well, she did ruin my new trousers with all that muck!”
    Everything was going totally wrong. Everyone was mad with Kenny. And even though I was defending her, I was kind of mad with Kenny too, and feeling awful about it. She was my best mate, after all, no matter what she’d done. So why was I feeling like this?
    The sleepover at Kenny’s was banned that weekend, surprise, surprise. We hardly saw Kenny, what with all her classes being in Reception and all her free time taken up with re-planting the daffodil bed. The others began to feel really sorry for Kenny when they saw what an awful time she was having, and we ended up spending most of our break times chatting to her as she worked.
    “Cheer me up, guys,” groaned Kenny. “My back’s killing me, and I’m sure I’m forgetting all my footie skills, ’cos I don’t have any time to practise these days.”
    “Nah,” said Rosie encouragingly. “You’re a natural. Naturals don’t forget.”
    “That’s elephants,” said Lyndz. “ Elephants don’t forget.”
    “Hey, are you calling me an elephant, Lyndsey Collins?” demanded Kenny with a grin. “Charming!”
    And so the week passed. I noticed that Emily and Alana Banana weren’t being quite so supportive of Emma, who ended up spending most of her free time alone with her daffodil bulbs, her back turned firmly towards us. I felt quite sorry for her, really.
    The weekend promised to be deadly dull without our regular sleepover. Kenny was grounded that weekend, and to have a sleepover without her wouldn’t have been fair. So I slobbed around the house, getting under my parents’ feet.
    Eventually, Mum took pity on me. “You look like a crocodile,” she said on Saturday afternoon.
    “Huh?” I said drearily.
    “That long face of yours,” said Mum, giving me a dig in the ribs. “Here, hold Izzy for me, will you?”
    That cheered me up a little. Izzy’s at a really gorgeous age at the moment, all chubby and smiley. One of her favourite things is her fish mobile, which swings over the top of her cot and twinkles in the light. She stares at it for hours, giggling away to herself. It’s serious magic, this sister business.
    Dad looked up from some work he was doing at the kitchen table. “Hey, Helena – have you told Frankie the good news yet?” he said suddenly.
    “What?” I perked up immediately. Man, I could use some good news!
    “Not yet,” laughed Mum. “But I guess we’d better tell her now. We’ve fixed a date for Izzy’s naming party, Frankie. It’s going to be the first Saturday of the holidays – in a couple of weeks’