Sleepover Club Eggstravaganza Read Online Free Page B

approaching.
    “Hey, give the pics here, quick!” I hissed in alarm. There was no way I wanted the M&Ms to see me looking so totally stupid. Imagine ! I knew I’d never live it down. I didn’t thinkthey’d seen anything – but I felt a bit uneasy as they walked past, grinning at each other in that awful smirky way of theirs.
    “Do you think they saw?” I asked anxiously.
    Kenny looked a bit doubtful. “Dunno. Better put the pics in your bag, though. Emma’ll be out for revenge after that flowerbed stuff last week.”
    Mrs Weaver clapped her hands. “A bit of fun for you today, class,” she said. “I’m going to show you how to blow an egg.”
    “Blow an egg where, Miss?” piped up Danny McCloud.
    “Blow up an egg, did you say Miss?” said Simon Graham in delight.
    “No, no!” exclaimed Mrs Weaver as the class giggled. “ Blow an egg – blow out the contents of an egg while still keeping the shell intact. Then we’ll decorate the eggshells to add to the Easter display, and use the egg whites and yolks for school cookery classes.”
    She picked up an egg from a huge pile of egg boxes next to her desk.
    “I don’t understand,” whispered Fliss to me.“How can she get the insides of the egg out without breaking the shell?”
    “Watch and learn,” I said wisely. To tell the truth, I didn’t have a clue either!
    Mrs Weaver then placed a bowl in front of her, and picked a pin out of a small pincushion she had sitting on her desk. “Observe,” she said. “I prick a hole in the top of the egg like so…”
    “Wow! She’s going to get in such a mess!” whispered Kenny, watching Mrs Weaver like a hawk. This was just the kind of mucky business Kenny loved.
    “Then I make a hole in the other end of the egg…”
    “She’s going to ruin her blouse,” Fliss muttered anxiously.
    “Chill out, Fliss!” I snorted. “It’ll be fine!”
    It was more than fine. It was amazing! We couldn’t believe the way the egg, yolk and all, slipped through the second hole like silk when Mrs Weaver blew, leaving a perfect shell still in her hands and the egg itself in the bowl. A round of applause rippled round the class,and Mrs Weaver looked dead chuffed.
    “Now, everyone must wear their overalls for this,” she explained, “or you’ll all get in a mess. Put all your books away, and make sure there’s lots of newspaper down on your tables.”
    “I don’t think I’ll be able to do this,” said Fliss worriedly, wriggling into her overall (and buttoning it up really tight to protect her clothes!).
    “Oh, poo to that!” said Kenny scornfully, rolling her sleeves right up. “It’s dead easy! I’ll go up and get the stuff.”
    “What an brilliant lesson!” said Rosie gleefully. “I can’t wait to get painting! What designs are you going to do on yours, guys?”
    “Whoa,” said Lyndz, ever the practical one. “We’ve got to blow the eggs first.”
    And believe you me, it was nowhere near as easy as you might think! My first egg cracked as soon as I stuck the pin in it. And one of Kenny’s had such a hard shell that when she stabbed at it with a pin, it shot out of her hand – straight up into the air like a bar of soap. She managed to catch it, but only just!!
    “Wicked save, Kenz,” I said in admiration.
    “David Seaman, eat your heart out,” she said smugly.
    Lyndz nudged me. “Hey, look at Fliss!”
    Fliss was concentrating really hard, with these little lines on her forehead (don’t tell her that, or she’ll run straight for the moisturising cream!). She’d made one hole OK, and was just pulling out her pin for the second time. Lifting the shell daintily to her lips, she blew – and the egg slid neatly out and into the bowl.
    “Fantastic, Fliss!” breathed Rosie. Serious respect waves rippled round our table.
    “Oh, it’s quite easy, really,” said Fliss modestly, and placed her eggshell carefully on the side of the table.
    Where it proceeded to roll off, straight on to the ground