It was 10 o clock and my eyes were heavy. We were all snuggled down watching 'Titanic'; well I say all of us. Amiee has been in a bad mood since the picture-taking session, and seems to be determind to prove her place as Mia's rightful best friend. Hah! Amiee has insisted on sleeping next to Mia, and has been sucking up all through the film. So far its been 'oh i like, love you sleeping bag!' and 'yeah i agree with Mia, shes like, totally right, she always is ...' and 'OMG mia i love your hair! its like, so pretty, like.'

Through the darkness, someone yawned loudly. The light suddenly clicked on.

"Hey! No sleeping!" Amiee commanded. "Stay AWAKE everyone!"
"Er, Amiee, the point of a sleepover is that you actually sleep." Melissa pointed out, sitting up. Her expression was drowsy and her hair all over the place; Katie suddenly popped out of nowhere and snapped a picture of her.

"Oh my God!" Melissa shrieked. "Katie! I look a mess!"

"Don't I know it," Katie laughed. "And its goin' on facebook baby!"

"Nooooo!" Melissa pleaded. "No, please. I look terrible. Everyone will laugh at me!"

"Everyone already laughs at you," Katie snapped. "Get over it."

There was a small silence. I kept my eyes glued to the TV, but I felt my cheeks burn. How dare Katie speak like that to Melissa?

"That wasn't very nice, Katie." Sophie said notchantly, after a minute or so. I darted a glance to my left at Mia, who was deliberatley ignoring the scene- she was mouthing along Rose's lines- Mia was a big fan of Titanic.

"Oh shut up your grannies. It was a joke!" Katie retorted, fiddling with the camera, not making eye contact.

"We're not grannies!" Sophie got out of her sleeping bag, looking indignant. "Thats horrible!"

"So's your face." Katie sniggered. "Haaahaaaaaa."

"That was out of order, Katie!" Mia said weakly. I could read her emotions easy- she didn't want to intervene, but she had too.

"Yeah Katie," Amiee agreed. I stared at her. Amiee, choosing Mia over Katie? Amiee kept her eyes down but I saw a small smile curved on her thin lips.

"What!?" Katie seemed even more shocked than me by this reaction.

"Just delete the picture and it will all be fine," I suggested.

"Oh shut up, Renesmee." Katie snarled. "No one asked you."

"Yeah and no one asked you to take a picture of Melissa!" Sophie retorted, going red slightly under the glare of Katie's large black eyes.

"Actually Nessie's right," Mia said, giving me a quick thumbs up. "Just delete it."

Katie stared at all of us for a moment, all laying on sitting or slumped in a circle round her. She glared at each face in turn – she stared at mine for a split second longer. Her dark eyes like tunnels, glaring into my own. But I held the stare determindly, and her eyes eventually flickered past to Amiee, who didn't even bother looking up.

"Fine!" She reached her decision and spat the word angrily. "Fine! You care that much about no one seeing that picture! FINE." She curved her skinny white fingers round Mia's little SONY camera and dropped it on the floor, hard. Then she stood up, towering above us all, a wicked gleam on her hard face. She lifted her leg, and, as if in slow motion, stamped on the camera hard.