Selena the Sleepover Fairy Page 4
Jack Frost’s head whipped around, and the girls pressed themselves up against the wall. His eyes darted back and forth, but of course he couldn’t see any goblins.
As soon as he turned back to face Zack, Rachel and Kirsty flew a little farther away from him and hid in the folds of a sheet.
“Let’s hide down here,” said Kirsty in her goblin voice.
“I don’t like it here — I’m going back up to the museum,” added Rachel, sounding exactly like a glum goblin.
Jack Frost turned around again, scowling. He stomped toward them.
“I’m going to teach those goblins a lesson they won’t forget!” the girls heard him mutter.
Rachel, Kirsty, and Selena zipped into the entrance of a nearby tunnel. They paused next to a statue draped in a sheet.
“Jack Frost’s too much of a scaredy-cat to look for us down here,” said Rachel loudly, snickering like a goblin.
Jack Frost bared his teeth when he heard that! He took a few steps into the tunnel.
“It’s working!” whispered Selena, hovering beside Rachel and Kirsty. “Say something else!”
But just then, Zack reached a very spooky part of his story and raised his voice. Jack Frost paused and turned to listen.
“The ghost floated toward the unsuspecting children, and . . .” Zack said.
Jack Frost was enthralled. Rachel and Kirsty whispered and giggled like goblins, but he didn’t seem to hear them. He was too interested in the story!
“Oh, no!” whispered Rachel. “What are we going to do now?”
They fluttered closer to Jack Frost, who was still rooted to the spot. The sleepover snack box was tucked tightly under his arm.
“We’ll just have to try reasoning with him,” said Selena. She lifted her hands helplessly.
As she did, the light from Rachel’s lantern cast her shadow onto the wall next to Jack Frost. But because the wall was curved, it made her shadow giant-sized!
As he listened to the scary ghost story, Jack Frost suddenly saw a shadowy monster looming over him, its arms raised high above his head. He gave a choked cry of terror, clutched his spiky head with both hands, and ran away!
“He dropped the box!” exclaimed Rachel, darting down to it.
Kirsty and Selena were close behind her. Selena transformed the box to its Fairyland size with a touch of her wand. Then she waved her wand toward the girls again.
“It’s nice to have my own voice back!” Kirsty laughed, rubbing her throat.
“Yes, I’m happy not to sound like a goblin anymore,” said Rachel.
But before they could say anything else, the sheet on the statue next to them moved. The girls held their breath and clasped hands as a green goblin face appeared.
Selena and the girls pressed themselves back against the tunnel wall. The goblin hadn’t spotted them!
“He’s gone!” hissed the goblin. “Now’s our chance!”
The sheet slipped to the ground, and the girls gasped. Instead of a statue, they saw six goblins standing on one another’s shoulders. They looked awfully wobbly!
“I’ve had enough of sleepovers!” wheezed the goblin at the bottom. “Let’s get out of here!”
They jumped down and darted out of the tunnel. The girls heaved sighs of relief.
“Thank goodness!” said Rachel. “Jack Frost and the goblins are gone, and we found the sleepover snack box. Everything is back to normal.”
“You’ve both been wonderful!” said Selena, hugging them tightly. “I’m so happy to have all my magic objects back where they belong!”
“And we’re happy to have helped,” said Kirsty, hugging her back.
“I have to take the sleepover snack box to Fairyland,” said Selena. “But I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me today — and for sleepovers all over the world!”
She waved her wand, and in a flash of fairy dust the girls had returned to their normal size.
“Good-bye,” said Selena with a beaming smile. “I hope I’ll see you again one day!”
“We hope so, too!” said the girls together. “Good-bye!”
The air filled with shimmering golden fairy dust. When it cleared, Selena had disappeared. Rachel and Kirsty smiled at each other happily, and then the sound of applause filled the air.
“That must mean that the story is over!” Kirsty gasped. “Quick!”
They raced out of the tunnel and slipped back into their places — just as Mr. Ferguson turned to look at them!
“Did you enjoy the story, girls?” he asked.
“It was a very exciting adventure!” said Rachel with a grin.
Just then, Charlotte appeared with two delivery men. They were carrying huge catering trays filled with delicious-smelling food.
“The delivery van was caught in a traffic jam,” Charlotte explained to Mr. Ferguson. “But the food’s here now!”
She whisked the curtain aside and revealed a long table. The delivery men laid out dishes filled with sandwiches, salads, and sausage rolls. There were bowls of chips, cups of Jell-O, individual ice creams, platters of iced cupcakes, and lots of strawberries and blueberries.
“Time for the feast!” Charlotte announced.
All of the kids rushed to the table in excitement. Rachel and Kirsty chatted quietly about their adventures as they snacked on the delicious food. In an amazingly short time, every single bit had been eaten.
“Now it really is time for bed . . .” said Charlotte.
There were groans from everyone, and her eyes twinkled.
“. . . after a game of hide-and-seek, of course!” she said with a laugh.
There was a loud cheer, and the kids picked up their lanterns and got into pairs again.
“This has been one of our most exciting adventures yet,” said Kirsty as they headed back up to the museum. “So much has happened today!”
“I’m really glad that we found all of Selena’s magic objects in time,” Rachel added. “Now we can relax and enjoy the sleepover.”
“And the game of hide-and-seek,” said Kirsty with a happy smile. “It’s the perfect end to a truly magical adventure!”
There’s another fairy adventure just around the corner! Join Rachel and Kirsty as they help
Cara
the Camp Fairy!
Read on for a special sneak peek. . . .
“I can’t believe we’re actually at summer camp together!” Rachel Walker said happily.
“Me, neither,” said her best friend, Kirsty Tate. “We get to do some of our favorite things all in one place. And we get to do them together!”
Rachel and Kirsty had met on vacation on beautiful Rainspell Island. Since they lived in different towns, they didn’t get to see each other every day. So when the girls’ parents had suggested they go to Camp Oakwood, both Rachel and Kirsty were excited.
Now, on their second day of camp, the two girls sat at a table in the Craft Cabin. They were making pictures with yarn.
“First, sketch your picture on the paper,” explained Bollie, their camp counselor. Bollie’s real name was Margaret Bolleran, but everyone called her Bollie.
Rachel sketched a fairy on her paper. She looked over at Kirsty and saw that she had sketched a fairy, too. The girls smiled at each other.
“Now spread the glue over the places you would normally color in,” Bollie said. “Then you can curl up pieces of yarn and place them on the glue, like this.”
She held up a picture of a tree with green yarn for leaves and brown yarn on the trunk . . . but then the yarn slid off and plopped on one of Bollie’s boots.
“That’s weird,” she said, feeling the paper. “This glue isn’t sticky at all.”
“My glue isn’t sticking, either,” complained a red-haired girl.
Bollie frowned. “Maybe it’s too
hot,” she said, pushing her blonde bangs out of her eyes. “I know! Let’s have some fun with the paint spinner, instead.”
Bollie walked to a big machine on a table on the side of the room. Rachel, Kirsty, and the other girls gathered around to watch.
“It’s easy,” Bollie said, her green eyes shining. “You put paper on the bottom. Then you turn on the spinner and squeeze in drops of paint.”
She held a plastic bottle of orange paint over the spinner and squeezed it. With a pop, the cover slipped off! Instead of a few drops, the whole bottle of paint gushed into the spinner.
“Everybody duck!” Bollie yelled.
Rachel and Kirsty ducked down as quickly as they could. Orange paint splattered everywhere! Bollie turned off the machine, but not before every camper was covered in orange dots.
“Oh, no!” some of the girls wailed.
Rachel giggled. “It’s like we’re covered in sprinkles,” she said.
But Bollie did not look happy. “Everybody head to the sinks to clean up!” she told them. “Craft time is canceled. We’re going on a hike!”
The campers quickly washed off the paint and changed into clean green-and-white Camp Oakwood tank tops. They lined up at the edge of the woods.
“Follow me, and stick to the path,” Bollie advised them.
Rachel and Kirsty hung back at the end of the line.
“Rachel, why do you think that happened in the Craft Cabin?” Kirsty asked in a whisper.
Rachel gave her a meaningful look. “It feels like Jack Frost to me.”
“But what would Jack Frost be doing at summer camp?” Kirsty wondered. “He likes to be in the cold, doesn’t he?”
Just then, Bollie stopped suddenly on the path. “Look! Here are some tracks we can examine,” she said.
The campers made a circle around Bollie as she bent down to give the tracks a closer look.
“That’s strange,” she said. “I thought maybe they’d be deer prints or raccoon tracks. But these look like big, bare feet. Who would walk around the woods in bare feet?”
Rachel and Kirsty knew exactly who would do that.
Goblins!
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