Ellie, Magda and Nadine are back but they're not very happy! Ellie's glorious romance with Russell is teetering on the rocks. Magda's lost her pet and is desperately upset. And Nadine is fed up with the other two lecturing her about the dangers of meeting someone on the Internet her e-mail boyfriend sounds wonderful! Buckets of tears are wept and hundreds of tissues sniffled into. Can the girls survive these testing times? The superb fourth instalment in the Girls series. A perfect read for teenage fans from the best-selling Jacqueline Wilson. Now with a new introduction! FOR TEENAGE READERS
Ellie, Magda and Nadine have got all sorts of trouble. A kiss at a party threatens to break Ellie and Magda's friendship. But they both know that Nadine's about to get into big trouble with an 'Internet date' and only the two of them together can save her. Will pride or friendship come first?
One Girls cry when they're happy You'll never ever guess what! I'm so happy happy happy. I want to laugh, sing, shout, even have a little cry. I can't wait to tell Magda and Nadine. I go down to breakfast and sip coffee and nibble dry toast, my hand carefully displayed beside my plate. I wait for someone to notice. I smile blithely at my dad and my stepmum Anna over breakfast. I even smile at my little brother Eggs, though he has a cold and deeply unattractive green slime dribbling out of his nostrils. 'Why are you grinning at me like that, Ellie?' Eggs asks me thickly, chomping very strawberry-jammy toast. We've run out of butter, so Anna's let him have double jam instead. 'Stop looking at me.' 'I don't want to look at you, little Runny Nose. You are not a pretty sight.' 'I don't want to be pretty,' says Eggs, sniffing so snortily that we all protest. 'For goodness' sake, son, you're putting me right off my breakfast,' Dad says, swatting at Eggs with his Guardian. 'Get a tissue, Eggs,' says Anna, sketching manically on a pad. OK, maybe it's too much to expect Dad and Eggs to notice but I was sure Anna would spot it straight away. 'There aren't any tissues,' Eggs says triumphantly, breathing in and out to make his nose bubble. 'Oh God, no, that's right. I didn't get to Waitrose yesterday,' says Anna. 'OK, Eggs, use loo-roll instead.' 'I haven't got any,' says Eggs, looking round as if he expects Andrex puppies to trot right into our kitchen trailing toilet paper like the adverts. 'What's that you're drawing, Mum? Is it a rabbit? Let's look.' He pulls at Anna's paper. Anna hangs on. The paper tears in two. 'Oh, for God's sake, Eggs, I've been working on that wretched bunnies-in-bed design since six this morning!' Anna shouts. 'Now go to the loo and get some paper and blow your nose this instant. I am sick of you, do you hear me?' Eggs sniffs, startled. He gets down from the table and backs away worriedly. He's still holding half the piece of paper. He drops it guiltily and rushes to the door, his mouth wobbling. We hear him crying in the hall. 'He's crying, Anna,' says Dad. 'I know,' says Anna, starting to sketch on a new piece of paper. 'What's the matter with you? Why be so snappy with him? He only wanted to look,' says Dad, folding up his newspaper. He stands, looking martyred. 'I'm going to comfort poor little Eggs.' 'Yes, you do that,' says Anna, through gritted teeth. 'He is actually your son too, though when he woke five times in the night with his stuffed-up nose I seem to remember you remained happily snoring.' 'No wonder his nose is stuffed up if the poor little kid can't blow it. Why on earth have we run out of everything like tissues and butter? I would have thought they were basic domestic necessities.' 'Yes, they are,' says Anna, still drawing - but her hand is trembling. 'And they generally appear as if by magic in this house because one of us slogs off to the supermarket every week.' I can't stand this. My happy bubble is on the brink of bursting. My magic hand clenches. What's the matter with Dad and Anna and Eggs? Why won't they lighten up? Why can't Dad offer to do the weekly shop? Why can't Anna watch her tongue? Why can't Eggs blow his sniffly little nose? Why does it all have to turn into a stupid scene with Dad shouting, Anna near tears, Eggs already howling? I'm the teenager. I'm the one who should be shouting and shrieking all over the place. Yet look at me! I'm little Ellie Ever-so Effervescent because - oh because because because! I stretch out my hand, fingers extended, in a totally obvious gesture. Anna looks up. She looks at me. She looks at my hand. But her blue eyes are blank. She can only see her boring bedtime bunnies. I grab my rucksack a
Ellie, Magda and Nadine are back - but they're not very happy! Ellie's glorious romance with Russell is teetering on the rocks. Magda's lost her pet and is desperately upset (though the others didn't even know she still had a hamster!). And Nadine is fed up with the other two lecturing her about the dangers of meeting someone on the Internet. She thinks her e-mail boyfriend sounds wonderful! Buckets of tears are wept and hundreds of tissues sniffled into. Can the girls' friendship survive these testing times? A superb fourth instalment in the GIRLS series, following GIRLS IN LOVE, GIRLS UNDER PRESSURE and GIRLS OUT LATE. A perfect read for older fans from the best-selling author, Jacqueline Wilson.
A fourth instalment in the bestselling GIRLS series for older readers, now with a brand new cover look