For Ages
8 to 12

Bindi Babes is a part of the Bindi Babes Series collection.

Meet Amber, Jazz, and Geena Dhillon—a.k.a. the Bindi Babes. They’re three fabulous sisters with a reputation for being the coolest, best-dressed girls at their school. But their classmates don’t know that the Dhillon sisters work extra hard to look perfect and together to all of their friends . . . while privately trying not to think how much they miss their mom, who died a year ago. What these struggling sisters certainly don’t need is an interfering auntie from India inviting herself into their household to cramp their style. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what their dad allows to happen.

Soon the sisters’ pushover dad is saying no to designer clothes and expensive sneakers, and Auntie is butting into every area of their lives. What are the Bindi babes to do? There’s only one way to be rid of Auntie: marry her off to some unsuspecting guy. Will Amber, Jazz, and Geena find a man who can put up with Auntie before she completely ruins their lives? Or are Auntie’s new rules doomed to make the fabulous Dhillon sisters just . . . average?

An Excerpt fromBindi Babes

Once upon a time there were three sisters called Geena, Amber and Jazz. I'm Amber, the bestlooking and certainly the most intelligent. When the other two have finished killing me, I'll tell you what happened to us.
Our story's got something of everything, just like a Bollywood movie. It's got singing, dancing, action, romance, a baddie and three beautiful heroines.
The story begins on the day my so-called friend, Kim, got stuck up a ladder. It was also the day our lives changed forever.
It begins at lunchtime. Lunchtime at Coppergate Secondary School was a take-your-life-in-your-hands kind of affair. The canteen was falling down, so it was always possible that a lump of plaster would drop from the ceiling into your apple pie and custard at any moment. To be honest, the whole of the lower school was falling down. The upper seniors had already moved into a state-of-the-art new building across the road, but we had to wait for the rest of it to be built.
"I'm getting new trainers," I told my friends Chelsea and Sharelle. We were sitting in the playground after lunch, giving the boys marks out of ten for looks and style.
"New trainers!" Sharelle shrieked. "If you tell me you're getting those silver Reeboks with the high-tech soles for smoother movement, and laces guaranteed for life, I'm going to die."
"I am," I said.
Sharelle turned visibly green. It could have been the fish pie we had for lunch, but I didn't think so. I liked it when people were envious. It meant they weren't pitying me.
"You're so lucky, Amber Dhillon," Chelsea moaned. "You get everything you want."
"Not everything," I said meaningfully.
Chelsea and Sharelle looked embarrassed.
"Well, most things," Chelsea said hurriedly. "Has Geena got a new phone?"
Geena was across the playground, showing off her new mobile phone to her friends. The phone was so tiny, you could hardly see it from here. It was the latest model, and nobody else in school had one yet. Even the teachers kept eyeing it jealously.
"Oh, what is it now, Kim?" I asked irritably, without turning round. You know those people you are sort-of friends with because you can't be bothered to tell them not to bother? Kim and I are sort-of friends. Chelsea and Sharelle think she's a waste of space.
"Help me!" Kim wailed, shooting past us. I hadn't realized she could run so fast. Her skinny little arms and legs were pumping away like pistons.
Hot on her heels was George Botley, who's in our class.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I think Botley is threatening to put a worm down Kim's back," Sharelle replied.
"Oh, right," I said. "So what about Botley? Looks, zero out of ten, obviously."
"Style, minus ten," Chelsea scoffed. "Botley thinks style is turning his shirt collar up."
We watched George chase Kim over to the other side of the playground. Kim was shrieking hysterically and not looking where she was going. She plowed right through a group of Year 7 girls who were standing around chatting, scattering them right and left. From a distance, we could see the girls jumping up and down and shouting at her. One of them, my sister Jazz, stuck her foot out and sent George Botley rolling across the playground like a stuntman.
There are good and bad things about having sisters who are close to you in age. Geena's nearly fourteen, I'm twelve and Jazz is eleven. Geena always says that Mum and Dad liked her so much, they decided to have lots of babies close together, then they had me and Jazz and that was the start of the nightmare. It might have been funny once, a very long time ago.
At least we can borrow each other's clothes, even if we're different shapes and sizes. Geena's small and curvy with the kind of figure that makes boys walk into lampposts. I'm taller and skinnier, and Jazz is a mixture of the two. The three of us have dark hair and dark eyes, and in a strange way we all look like each other, and yet we don't. As if an incompetent Dr. Frankenstein tried to make three clones of one person, and didn't quite succeed.
But, obviously, it's a total disadvantage to be so close in age when you're trying to win an argument. Sharelle's seven-year-old brother, for instance, has no chance against her. One armlock, and it's all over before it's begun. On the other hand, our fights are often like the Hundred Years War. Long and bloody.
George was picking himself up and dusting himself down. I thought he might have a go at Geena, but he didn't, because she started fluttering her eyelashes at him. Geena flirts like she breathes, meaning all the time.
Kim was trying to hide behind the school flagpole, which was useless because bits of her were sticking out on either side. George spotted her immediately, and the chase was on again.
"Do you reckon Botley fancies Kim?" Chelsea asked.
"He's got a funny way of showing it," I replied.
Sharelle grinned an evil grin. "He fancies Amber. I've seen him staring at her in maths lessons."
"He was just trying to copy my answers," I said.
"Amber, did you see where Kim went?" Jazz was coming toward me, and she looked concerned. My sisters and I have this unspoken rule that we keep an eye on Kim because she's so totally useless. Brutal, but true. "She's gone round the back of the school."
The back of the lower school was out of bounds. The headmaster, Mr. Morgan, who hardly ever bothered to pop across the road from his plush new office, had sent a message to tell us so. There were builders working round there, trying to prop the school up so that it would last another few months before we all moved to the new site. It was quite likely that Kim would faint with sheer terror once she realized that she'd broken a school rule, so I thought it was time I intervened.
I sneaked round to the back of the school, while the dinner ladies weren't looking. Jazz, Chelsea, Sharelle and some of the others followed me to see what was going on. So did Geena and her mates. There were a few Year 9 boys having a sneaky ciggie round there, and they slunk off, trying not to cough. George was there too, grinning all over his face, but there was no sign of Kim.

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