‘Cricket-crazy,’ his dad said. It was cricket-this, cricket-that. Cricket before school. Cricket after school. If Pete didn’t have a bat or ball in his hand, his mum used to take his temperature. Peter wouldn’t let his dad or his little brother Robbie rest for a minute. Always wanting to have a h...
‘Such as?’ asked a very grumpy-looking Belinda. ‘Anything!’ snapped her mother. ‘You could help me with the dishes for a start!’ Belinda secretly made a very rude sign, stood up and stomped out of the room. ‘Don’t come back till you’ve wiped that sulky look off your face!’ yelled her mother. If B...
Do I make myself clear?’ ‘Yes, Dad,’ replied Megan, knowing never to argue when her dad cracked it. No point in letting things get ugly. Especially with it being only a month since she was last grounded. Yet only twenty-four hours later, Megan and her friend Sophia were at the tunnel again. It wa...
Especially when our own school bully, Meat-Head Morgan, said, ‘Great. With two of us we should be able to bash up three times as many kids.’ Good maths, Meat-Head. To get into our school, Boofer promised that he would change his ways, of course. He’d be a good boy. And they believed him. Der! Wel...
Late at night when they should have been asleep, early in the morning before Mum and Dad woke up — any time they could get away with it. Playing in the dark could mean lots of things. Sometimes they would start by making secret cubby houses out of blankets and chairs. They always promised to clea...
Then she pinched her little brother, marched into the kitchen and demanded, ‘What is there to eat?’ ‘For a start, I will not have you speaking to me like that,’ replied her mum. ‘And secondly, the answer is nothing because dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes. I’ve got school council toni...