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Sleepover by Toni Roman

Novel By: Toni Roman
Young adult



The problem with an invitation is that you might not get a second. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Mar 21, 2011    Reads: 26    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


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Sleepover

2. Arrival

Although Cameron had arrived in street clothes, only Grace Holmes had done likewise and she was wearing her pajamas under her street clothes. Lisa Good and Megan Redbook arrived in their pajamas and bedroom slippers and bathrobes as if they had just stepped out of the shower --which in fact they did. Megan's mother had said: "Your pores are still open. You'll catch your death of cold." (At this time of year, it was cold at night.) Megan had spent the drive over asking her father to turn down the heater or else her pores really would be open from sweating. It was uncool to walk in dripping in sweat. The whole point of a shower was to be fresh!

Beth McCall's parents greeted them at the door. "Welcome! I'm Beth's father." said Mr. McCall to the group gathered in the beige vestibule with the distressingly white carpet, "Kitchen. Half-bath." He pointed. "Bedrooms upstairs if any emergency comes up and you need me. This is Beth's mother. Follow her so that she can get you settled in."

Cameron looked at the white carpet with alarm. Not a mark or stain on it. Everyone knew that people who had white carpet and white furniture were clean freaks and neat freaks and were quick to kick you out if you made a mess. How else would their homes stay white?

As Mr. McCall locked the door and set the alarm, Mrs. McCall led the girls downstairs to the basement. No bare woodwork or ductwork. No junk or clutter. No washing machine. It looked like upstairs.





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