Girls’ night out. We’re going to go to the Hollywood Bowl in Finchley. Dad calls it teen paradise. Everyone from our school hangs out there. It’s a huge complex with a bowling alley, cafes and a cinema, all built round a square where you can park if you have a car or stand about looking cool if you want to be seen. At the weekend, this is most of the teenage population of North London. Talking of which, what am I going to wear? Nesta and Izzie always look fab so I’d better make an effort. I rifled through my wardrobe but all that stared back at me were last year’s oddments, worn out, boring or babyish. I had a pink phase for a while but it looks too girlie girlie now. I really need some new clothes. Suddenly I had an idea. ‘Mum,’ I called down the stairs. ‘Where did you put that pile of stuff from Oxfam?’ ‘In the hall cupboard,’ she called from the kitchen. ‘I thought you didn’t want any of it.’ Mum had arrived back this morning from her weekly shop with the usual carrier bag of Oxfam bargains.
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