I’d just been dreaming that Riley Jackson had publically declared how much he secretly loved me (as if) and as he grabbed hold of me, my black trilby hat fell off in front of everyone and my orange hair was in the hat and I was bald. I should have realised it wasn’t going to work out for me, even in a dream! I desperately patted my head as I woke up. Phew, I still had hair, even if it was orange .I realised I could have done with perhaps waking up a good ten minutes earlier (at least) and after running down the stairs I found a very made-up Ella who had obviously been up for hours by the looks of it. Well if looking good meant you had to get up at some crazy time in the morning, then I’m not sure I could be all that bothered. “Hurry up, Charley you’re late for school and don’t think you’re getting out of it!” Mum was huffing as she looked like she was wrestling Peter into the lounge. Seems I wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to go to school. “Let me go!” Peter was yelling so loudly and was trying to prise Mum’s hands from his arms where she seemed to be desperately trying to control him.
