The Go-for-Gold Gymnasts: Winning Team (Go-for-Gold Gymnasts, The) by Moceanu Dominique & Thompson Alicia

Author:Moceanu, Dominique & Thompson, Alicia [Moceanu, Dominique]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Fiction - Middle Grade
Publisher: Disney Book Group
Published: 2012-04-17T04:00:00+00:00

Christina’s house had a curvy orange roof and white stucco walls. My mom called it Spanish-style.

“But Christina’s from Mexico, not Spain,” I said.

She laughed. “Oh, honey, it’s just a style of architecture. Do you have everything? Your bathing suit?”

I had probably overpacked, but I wouldn’t have put it past Christina to “forget” to tell me key details of the night, like that you were supposed to bring your own sleeping bag, or that you should have brought a swimsuit, since she had a pool. I didn’t know if she had a pool, but I wasn’t taking any chances. I didn’t want to be sitting on a lounge chair talking to Mrs. Flores while everyone else played Marco Polo.

I gave my mom a kiss good-bye. She tugged at my sleeve before I got out of the car. “You did ask them about painting tomorrow, right? It’s just that I really need to do it on a weekend when none of the little kids are there, and I’d like it to be sooner rather than later.”

“Yeah, I told Christina. She said it sounded perfect.” It was totally true. I hadn’t asked Christina. I had told her, and that was exactly what she’d said. The only part I left out was that she was so shell-shocked when I said I was actually going to come to her sleepover that I doubted she’d even heard me.

“Great!” My mom smiled. “Well, have fun.”

My duffel bag was so heavy I had to drag it up to the front door. Before I could ring the bell, it swung open to reveal Mrs. Flores, wearing a huge smile and an apron right out of a Betty Crocker commercial. Still, she managed to look stylish.

“Brittany! Come in, come in.” She made a move to grab the duffel bag, but as soon as she tried to lift it and felt how heavy it was, she withdrew her hand.

“I would have driven you from gym, you know,” she said as she led me into the kitchen. “All the other girls have been here for a couple of hours.”

I’d thought about pushing my luck with that, but there were some last-minute things I’d needed to pack, anyway, like a comic book (in case I got bored), several extra changes of clothes (in case whatever I was wearing wasn’t appropriate or got ruined because of some horrible prank), and a bottle of air freshener. I’d been purposely avoiding beans or anything else fart-producing for the past few days, but I didn’t want to take any chances that there’d be some smell I’d want to cover up.

I’d left Twister at home. Not because I actually put any stock in what Dionne had said, but, you know, just in case.

As soon as I walked into Christina’s room, everyone got silent. Christina was sitting on a huge, canopy bed with a frilly purple comforter on it, Noelle was at her feet with a forkful of speared shrimp suspended near her mouth, and Jessie sat on an uncomfortable-looking white stool in front of a vanity.

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