Dream Story - Part 7

Roger is doing really well working at Hair Gloop. I have decided to arrange a party. I am going to have the house to myself when my parents go away at the weekend so I can do whatever I want! Today I am trying out a really cool red lipstick I got. I kind of want to impress Freddy at school. I also get to meet up with Roger today, yay! He says he has a great idea. I can not wait to find out what it is.
Roger said that we could make it a fancy dress party! Everyone has to dress up as their favourite fairy tale character. I am trying to think of who I could be. He is going to be prince charming of course. I wonder what Freddy is going to be?



I emptied all of my earrings out on the table to get an idea for my costume. They spilled everywhere. All the different colours. I told all of my friends on Bebo that I was going to have a party on their pages. I was so excited!
I decided to buy pizza, sausage rolls, crisps, marshmallows, cupcakes, pineapple and cheese on a stick, fizzy drinks, punch and we were allowed some alcohol as long as we had a lot of carbs so I put some in the punch.
I have decided to be a wicked witch so I got a hairband with a little, mini witch's hat on it, stripy, purple and black tights, a tattered, sparkly, black, cobwebbed dress, some high heeled, pointy, black shoes with buckles and a broomstick with a cuddly toy black cat on the end.
I was on the phone to Shelly and she said she was going to dress up as Rapunzel. She said Patrice had told her that she was going to be Snow White.
"So am I the only one who's going to be a wicked witch?"
"Yep, looks like it. Why didn't you choose something more attractive?" asked Shelly.
"I don't know. I just liked the idea of being a witch. You knoow, like when you are little at Halloween."
"Ri-gh-t," she sounded like she had no idea what I was talking about.
"Everyone can bring their own favourite music playlist so we can play them all."
"That's a good idea," Patrice seemed to find it surprising that I could come up with one of these, "Shall I bring a CD then?"
"Yep. I chose Natasha Bedingfield because it has got, 'Frogs and Princes' on it."
"Can I bring Lily Allen, 'The Fear'?"
"Sure, I love that CD!" I did not know she had such good taste in music.
"Patrice will probably want to bring Gwen Stefani, 'If I Was A Rich Girl.'"
"Fine, cool," it was getting better by the minute.
Roger said he would bring Prince for obvious reasons, "Do you think I'd look good in tights," he questioned me.
"Erm..."
"I guess that's a no. I might wear them anyway. Can Oscar come?"
"Sure! What is he going as?"
"He is going as my princess, Cinders."
"What?! In full drag!"
"Yes, baby. He will be and he will be gorgeous! He has one of those huge wigs and everything!"
"Wouldn't it be better if you were both the ugly sisters!" I cackled, (practising for being a witch).
"Cheeky! Actually he looks quite pretty in a dress."
"OK, I'll take your word for it. What music are you bringing?"
"YMCA and Take That, 'Shine.'"
"Cool!"
I was on the phone to Freddy.
He told me, "I'm bringing Black Tide."
"What are you going as?" I was very curious.
"I'm not telling you, it's a surprise!"



I put on my owl necklace. I was ready for the party that night. It was going to be big. I knew that. The first to arrive was Patrice and Shelly. Shelly's mum had given Patrice a lift. I had decorated the house with pink curtains. I had scattered different things from fairy tales around the room. There were glass slippers and a pumpkin from Cinderella. There was a red hood and a basket from Red Riding Hood. There was a pea from The Princess and the Pea. There was a frog and a ball from The Princess and the Frog.
I had a big long table across one side of the room. In one corner there were some chairs and a big area for dancing next t the stereo. There were arrow signs pointing to the toilet and a golden roped barrier across the bottom of the stairs to make the message clear that you were not allowed up stairs.
It looked great.
They looked great but Shelly kept tripping over her blonde Rapunzel wig. Patrice had a cute little black bob, she had painted her face white, put on bright red lipstick and had a fab little Snow White dress.
"I like your outfits, girls," I complimented them.
"Thanks, your's is nice too," shelly told me.
"Yeah," Patrice added in.
Next to arrive was Roger and Oscar. Roger entered first and had his pantaloons on with his daring quiff and cheeky smile. Followed closely by Oscar who was a sight in powder puff pink with a huge, beaffant wig and a proper, old-fashioned dress with corset, strapless and with huge skirts. Under those huge skirts you could just see peeking out high heels in shiny silver. His face was covered in pale make-up with a fake beauty spot and coral lipstick.
"Love the decor, babe," Roger gave me a fake kiss on each cheek, very gay.
Oscar quickly followed suit as he didn't want to wreck his make-up. I think somehow Oscar has managed to make Roger act more gay - if that is humanly possible. He has got the hand and everything now.
Next up was Freddy. He was a goblin in green! He had a mask on that was green with a big, hooked nose. He pulled up his mask to give me a big hug and kiss me on the cheek. He opened up his arms and smiled before he hugged me. Then behind him came a fiery red-head.
"And this," he proclaimed to the nation with his hand outstretched towards her, "Ginger."
Of course. named after her hair.
"My new girlfriend!" the bombshell dropped.
"I'll, just - get - some more drinks," I ran off to the toilets to sit and cry.
Roger followed me, "I'll help her. Those bottles can be quite heavy," Rog motioned trying to heave up a huge bottle of water, much bigger than I have ever seen.
"Kitty," he called through the door, knocking on it.
"Leave me alone!" I whimpered defiantly.
"It's not that bad. She's nowhere near as pretty as you."
"You are just saying that!"
"No, it's true! Since most people don't seem to know this I think I should tell you that gay guys can tell which girls are hot and which are not!"
"So is she quite ugly then."
"No-o. She's quite pretty actually. Very pretty. She's got that fair goddess look about her."
"Oh! That doesn't help," I put my head in my hands.
"So, does that mean you'll come out now?"
"No! Never!"
"Alright then. You asked for it. Get away from the door."
"What?!" I stepped back, "Roger!"
He ran forward and hit the door with his shoulder. He broke the lock and it swung open.
"Alright, I'll come out now!" I tried to fix my make-up in the mirror.
My mascara had run, "You could have told me that a couple of minutes ago. It would have helped a lot you know."
"i know. Sorry about that. My mum will kill me."
"Oh. I don't think she'll even notice that with what she'll have on her hands."
"What?" I peered round the doorway of the kitchen below him.
There were tons of people in the house. People I had never seen before in my life. Then I noticed some of the faces.
"They're from my Bebo page! They must have seen the messages and all decided to come as well. Oh no!"
"That's an underestimate!"
Some of them were chucking a vase back and forth.
"Now, put that down!" I was like piggy in the middle.
The boys chucking it were all laughing. There were some other lads with a crate of beer getting drunk. Some girls were getting pissed on alco pops and there was a gang taking shots of vodka off of the coffee table. Next I thought I'd see people snorting coke! More and more people were spurting through the door.
I ran over and slammed it shut.
"Let no one else in the house Roger. OK?"
"Sure."
Someone had smashed the TV. The barrier to upstairs was broken. They had crazy string bottles and were spraying it everywhere. Someone was spraying it in Ginger's hair.
"Hey, stop that!" Oscar was standing up for her.
I felt kind of betrayed but at the same time relieved that someone was doing something. I controlled my breathing and headed upstairs. There were people kissing in every room!
"Get out!" I yelled at them all, one after another.
That seemed to do the trick. Apart from in the bathroom where there was a queue of people waiting to be sick. There was one over the toilet with someone holding her hair and another in the bath.
"Out!" I screamed, nearly in tears.
I ran back down stairs to Roger.
"What are we going to do?" I was desperate.
"Everybody out!" shouted Freddy, standing on the table.
Everyone ran for it. Freddy could be quite scary when he wanted to be. He jumped down and reassured ginger by putting his arm round her and pulling the last bit of crazy string out of her hair. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her. It broke my heart every time she was near him. I could not take it any more.
"Right, let's get this place cleaned up," Freddy could be quite a leader when he wanted to be.
Oscar and Roger started hoovering and dusting. Putting things in the bin.
"We can't do anything about the TV but we can fix just about anything else."
Patrice and Ginger had the horrible job of cleaning up the sick in the bathroom. Shelly was checking the bedrooms upstairs were OK. Freddy and I were getting rid of the party plates and putting the rest of the food in the fridge.
"I'll just tell my parents I had a few friends over and I bought some food. Um, we were doing a bit of dancing and-"
"And someone elbowed the TV," Freddy interrupted.
"Then someone's arm would be hurt, that doesn't work."
"So, we were playing on the games console and someone's remote went flying into the TV! That happened all the time in the papers!"
We both laughed with relief.
"She'll still want to kill me but it won't be as bad."
He tripped and fell forward. We were very near each other. Our noses touched. I could feel his presence. I looked down. I blushed. I looked up. Closed my eyes. My lips parted. I pulled away. Turned my head.
"You've got a girlfriend," I whispered.
"I know," he held a bit of my hair and let his fingers drag along it until he had let go at the end.
Our noses touched again and we parted. We both pretended we were brushing ourselves off.
We walked back through to where everyone else is with our hands in our pockets, looking down casually like nothing had happened.



When my parents got back they were very mad about the TV. They grounded me for a month. Imagine what they would have done if I had had no time to clear up after the party! Freddy said he would love to meet up with me once I have finished being grounded. We are going to go to this great hill with daffodils on it.
I could not wait. It would be bliss. Being with him in the sunshine of the Summer. Laughing. Enjoying ourselves. We had decided to have a picnic. I was bringing the food he was bringing the rug. I would make egg mayonnaise sandwiches, bring strawberries and lemonade. I had some left over party cups with balloons on.
I could not wait. I planned to meet up with him. I would sneak out when my parents were busy watching Saturday night TV together.
"Do you want to watch this with us love?" Mum asked.
"No thanks Mum. I'm going to do some homework in my room."
"Alright then. See you later," she replied.
"See you," I answered.
I heard my dad say as I walked up the stairs, "She's a good kid is that one."
"I know. Do you think we are being too hard on her?" Mum answered.
Oh, if only they knew.



We met and it was better than I imagined. Like a fantasy. We lay on the tartan rug that was slightly itchy under my palms. He picked a daffodil and gave it to me.
"It's as sunny as your smile."
"Aw. Don't!" I waved my hand in the air.
We drank and we ate till we were full. We fed each other succulent, scarlet strawberries.
"I don't know if I have ever had a better girl friend. Do you think we will always be this close or will we grow apart?" he asked sincerely.
"What? You mean you never think we'll be more than this!"
"Well, no!" he laughed.
"Do you not know?!"
"WHAT?!" his eyes opened, annoyed.
"That I love you!" my voice was strangled, "I loved you ever since I split up with Sam."
"Oh right! So I was just second best, was I!"
This was all going so wrong, "No! I never loved him. Not like I love you," my voice went lame.
"What?!" he did not believe me, he walked away.
"Wait! How can I prove my love to you?!" I thought I sounded like a character in Shakespeare.
He turned to look at me with a stare I had never seen before, "Does this really mean that much to you?"
"Yes!"
I ran over and kissed him. When our lips touched a tingling sensation rippled through my whole body. He cupped my face with his hands. I had my fingers in his hair. I moved my hands down. My fingers touching his neck. I wrapped my arms around him. He moved his hands down my shoulders onto my back, he reached my waist and stopped.
"Freddy!" it was Ginger.
We separated quickly.
"You are supposed to be grounded I heard!" she looked really spiteful, "She ran up to Freddy and pulled his hair, "And you are supposed to be my boyfriend!" she spat in his face as she spoke, her face was full of hate, "How could you do this to me?!"
"I wasn't trying to do anything to you Ginger!" Freddy was angry.
"I love him!" I cried, tears coming to my eyes.
One ran down my face, "Oh yeah?!" she sneered, "She grabbed my hiar and forced me down onto my knees, "Will you still love him when he leaves with me.
I stared into his eyes, tears dribbled down my face as rain started to fall. My hair was drenched. My make-up started to run. This was happening too often.
"Let go of her!" he called.
"No! Not until you tell her you don't love her!" she kicked me in the stomach.
I bent over, coughing up blood and groaning in pain.
"Alright! I'll say it. But only if you leave her alone!"
"Fine. Go ahead then," she let go of my hair.
I fell to the ground. My hands sunk into the cool, wet grass. My jeans were soaked. I fell forwards and tried to breath. Wheezing.
He looked at me, his voice trembled, I looked up through my hair, "I don't love you," he told me.
I heard no regret in his voice, just hurt and shame.
"Are you happy now!" he screamed hoarsely.
"Yes! Yes, I am! I will tell your parents Minny and I never want to see you two together ever again!"
"Don't count on it!" I croaked, she turned to look down on me.
Malice in her eyes could have melted metal.
She grabbed my chin, "You will pay!"
She left in a run.
"Minny!" he ran over and knelt by me, cradling me in his arms.
He called an ambulance. The police arrived. We reported her. I was sent to hospital to be checked over.
"She'll be alright love," the paramedic tried to say comfortingly.
He travelled in the ambulance with me.
My parents arrived to see me.
"What did she do to you!" my Mum cried as she ran over to hold my face.
She cradled me in her arms, consolingly.
"This - this boy has been nothing but trouble! Ginger told us what you have been up to! You are grounded Minny!" my dad raged, turning on Freddy.
He was holding my hand.
"Dad! Why are you listening to her?! She bet me up! She's a psycho!"
"You are never allowed to see this boy ever again! Do you hear me?!"
"Yes Dad," I mumbled.
He kissed my hand goodbye and left, "I love you," he called.
"I love you too," I was calling out for him.
I wished my parents would understand.
I told Rog the whole story on the phone.
"No! That is so unfair!" I could not believe how gay sounding Oscar had got him.
His mum was not OK with him being gay. She had disowned him which was really sad. So he had gone to live with Oscar in their own flat. He had cried about it but Oscar and I had given him hugs and told him we still love him. So hopefully he will be alright. How could someone's mother do that to them?
"I'm going to sneak out to see him."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Definitely."
"Well, isn't it a bad idea. I mean you already got in trouble for seeing him. What will happen next?"
"I don't know, they'll send me off to boarding school or something!" we both laughed.
I met this girl called Missy when my parents sent me out for pizza. She worked there. She is from the other side of town.
"Hello Posh Girl, what are you doin' 'ere. It's not your side o' town," she had big, hooped earrings and dreadlocked hair up in a ponytail.
"It's the edge and I'm getting pizzas for my parents."
"Ooh, little miss goodie two shoes are we!"
"No, I'm grounded," I was getting uncomfortable, I held my hand.
"No worries, sis, I'm Missy, who are you? What you get in trouble for then, right?"
"I'm Minny. I snuck out to meet up with my boyfriend. Well, he wasn't then and his girlfriend turned up and bet me up. she made him say he didn't love me. She told my parents I snuck out and now I can't see him."
"Man! What a, grr, do you want me to mess her up for ya?!"
"No! No! No way! Thanks though."
I wondered why I had just told this girl I had never met all about me. She made a fist and I was scared she was going to punch me. I flinched. She chuckled, very heartily. She pushed her fist towards mine.
"That is our gang's hand shake."
"Woah! I do not want to get involved with gangs!"
"You won't. Don't worry! You'll just be mates with me, aye?"
"Yeah," I smiled.



We met at the blossom trees. They were beautiful. Petals were falling. We kissed amongst them. His touch felt like velvet. His lips were so soft. I wished it would never end.
We lay under the trees afterwards.
"I've got this new friend called Missy. She's cool."
"Hey, isn't she in one of those gangs?"
"Yeah, she calls me posh girl!" I laughed, he joined in.
We tumbled down the hill, rolling on top of each other. I landed on top of him. We kissed, his arms around me. I felt so safe in his arms. Like nothing could touch me.

Dream Story - Part 6

We met up again the next week at the cafe. We ordered cupcakes, they had sparkly pink icing. We talked about how our life was going. How our subjects and exams were. What we had got for Standard Grade. What our hopes were for the future. He wanted to be a doctor. He was very good at science so I could see him getting there.
"Have you tried working in a care home or something to see if it is something you really want to do?" I asked, swirling my coffee round.
"No. That's a good idea, thanks."
I said I wanted to be a freelance photographer.
"Wow, can I see some of your shots?"
"I take pictures of everything I do, write it down and put it up on my blog. For instance these cupcakes."
"Wow! I'll have to check that out," he seemed shocked.
"Why don't you try working for a photographer to see if you really like it?"
"Alright. You do yours and I'll do mine. We'll come back later and talk it through."
"Deal," we shook hands, he smiled at me.
I decided to meet up with all my girl friends and have a girl's night in. We all had brought movies. We voted on which one we wanted to see. We ended up with Sliding Doors. We all ate popcorn and candy floss. We huddled up on the sofa with duvets wrapped round us and cuddly toys to cuddle for when it got scary or sad. We would all pull up the duvet so we couldn't see then. It was fun. There was me, Shelly and Patrice.
Next week we met up again. Freddy said that he had not enjoyed it at all.
"I hated it. I don't know what else to do with my life. It was so horrible seeing all those people who were just going to die. It was really hard to talk to them. I don't think I could tell someone they had cancer or something like that," he looked really worriedly at me with big blue eyes.
I just wanted to pull him towards me and hug him but I stopped myself, "I worked for the freelance photographer. It was brilliant, I loved it! I got to go round town taking pictures of lots of different things that made the town look good for a leaflet. It was fab!" my eyes glistened as I talked animatedly.
"I'm glad you liked it but what am I going to do?" he looked so sorrowful.
"You could do something more technical like to do with cars?"
"No, I don't like all that stuff. I find it boring."
"Um, let's see. You could... do just about anything you like to be honest. You have really good grades! What do you want to do in your heart of hearts."
"I'd like to be a hairdresser," he stared at me very seriously in a way that made me want to melt.
"WHAT!?" I was so surprised, "Are you serious?!"
"Yes, I want to be a hairdresser. I am going to sweep up hair in a hairdressers."
A lightbulb turned on in my brain, "You could work for Rog's mum! I'm sure she would gladly give you a job. That's perfect!" I pulled him up out of his seat and hugged him senseless.
"Great!" he looked squeezed.

Dream Story - Part 5

His friends wolf whistled and he looked up at me.
"Well, hi!" he looked surprised.
"Hi," I smiled at him.
He stood up, never losing contact with my eyes. He kissed me. It was the best kiss I had ever tasted. From then on we were going out. It was great. I was going out with the coolest guy in school! He said Kitty was history too. I was in heaven. I fell back on my bed smiling. I went to sleep full of glee.
"Hi."
"Hi, sleepy head," I could hear Roger smiling down the line, "Minny?"
"Yes?"
"Are you sure you are doing the right thing going out with him?"
"Of course, Roger! Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, he is supposed to be a player, Minny."
I bit my lip, "Well..."
"Well..." he copy catted.
"I really, really, like him."
"Well, it's up to you sweetheart. I'll be here when you are teary eyed and broken. You know that don't you?"
"Of course, silly! But why am I going to be broken hearted?"
There was silence.
"See you later Roger."
"See you later honey."
I nibbled at some Chocolate as I was thinking. I was going to babysit for Sandy again tonight. Sam would be there with me. So I don't really know why they hired me but they said he wasn't up to looking after his little sister. I think the real reason is he still wanted me to have a job even when he was spending this Saturday with me. He had talked his parents into keeping me on.
I arrived at the house. Nervous of our first kind of date. I was chewing on my lip. A very bad habit of mine when I'm nervous. he answered the door.
"My parents are already out. Come in," he smiled at me and my heart oozed.
My legs started shaking. I could feel the heat off his body as I walked past. We sat down with Sandy. Once I had tucked her in and kissed her on the head at nine we headed down stairs and snuggled up under a blanket to watch a movie. It was lovely. I was having the best time. Nothing could ruin it.
About a week later we were going to meet up for dinner at an Italian restaurant. I had got Roger to come over to check out my outfit.
"Now I'm no fashion expert but I can tell you whether you look good in it or not."
"Alright, what do you think? Is it too much?" I was wearing a red, sparkly, halter neck dress.
I swirled round in it and looked in the mirror.
"It's - beautiful. You look - great," he seemed surprised.
"Did you not think I could look good?!" I put my hands on my hips.
"Um...there's not anything I can say that will not upset you, is there?"
"No. As long as you don't say my bum looks big in this!" we both laughed.
We fell forwards with our hands on each others shoulders. It was an awkward moment. Very close. We pulled apart.
"I'll - see you t-tomorrow Minny," he ran out.
I arrived at the restaurant five minutes early. Sam was leaning against the wall kissing Kitty. They looked up as I stepped nearer.
"Sam," the soul had left my voice.
"Minny. I-"
"-You know what, I don't want to know. Your dumped Sam! I never want to see you again but I have to at school on Monday! Ah!" I run away pulling at my hair.
Tears ran down my face. Sam caught up with me and grabbed my arm.
"Look, I didn't want to do this. She means nothing to me. It's you I want," he tried to smile at me but it had lost it's usual sparkle.
I suppose I didn't put him on a pedestal any more. I saw him for who he truly was. Scum. He may be handsome and charismatic but he has a wandering eye. I think that is an underestimate. He goes out with at least two girls at a time. Who was I kidding thinking I could tame his unruly heart? I was in some sort of fantasy world. Now I had come down to earth with a crashing thump.


I headed home and lay on my bed. I was lying on my stomach with my legs up in the air. I instantly dialed Roger's number.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Roger, it's me, Minny."
"Why are you calling me?"
He sounded weird, I snivelled, "He was with her!"
"Oh, darling."
"What am I going to do?! I'll see them at school on Monday and I don't think I can cope!"
"You've just got to hold your head up sweetheart and move on with your life."
"Right, OK. Will you be there with me?"
"I'll be holding your hand all the way, honey."
"Rog?"
"Yep?" he breathed down the phone.
You could hear it muffling the receiver, "Do you think I'll ever find a guy who doesn't break my heart?"
"Oh, you'll find one alright, if you look in the right place."
What did that mean? I'm not sure. I wonder if he meant something else by it as well.
On Monday it was awful. Gossip was going all round school.
"Do you fancy me?" I asked him as we were walking down the corridor outside.
It was a break, "NO! Are you stupid?! Have you not noticed how I look at people?!"
"No!" I was shocked about how bitter he sounded.
'You, you know you only care about yourself! When have you ever asked me how I'm feeling, huh?! Is it not obvious?!"
"NO!" I screamed, I had started crying, we were out side now.
"I'm gay!" he bellowed at me.
It really scared me how he was shouting at me. When he said that I went into shock.
"What?! Are you kidding?"
"No, Minny! I've worked it out. I'm gay," he whispered.
This was some of the biggest news I'd ever heard.
I was starting to twig, "That's why you wanted to give me that makeover. That's why you've never had a girlfriend. That's why you said no to that girl that just about every other boy fancies. you're gay."
"Thank you! Thank you for accepting it."
We had calmed down now.
"Do you still want to be my friend?"
I hugged him. I kissed him on the cheek.
"Of course I do silly! You are my best friend and nothing will ever change that, nothing."
He kissed me on the lips, "I always did know I could count on you babe."
We linked arms and walked off to the hills across the field, "Now we've got to find you a guy to go out with."
He pushed my nose with his finger and I laughed, "You cheeky sod!" he was surprised, "As soon as you find out I'm gay you're already hooking me up with people!
Next weekend we had found a gay night club in the yellow pages that was in town. I put on some mad go-go boots I had found in a charity shop. They were glittery pink. I had curled my hair and put it up in a bun kind of Breakfast at Tiffany's style. Audrey Hepburn - I wish. I had pearl earrings in pink and sparkly pink gloves.
"Are you going to a club or a fancy dress party?" he asked me, hands on hips.
"Uh!" I tutted, "You don't look too bad yourself, thank you very much!" I poked him in the chest.
He was wearing a red and green checked shirt and dark blue, faded jeans.
"I don't feel too bad myself, thank you," he looked very smug.
He was very handsome I suppose.
We headed for the club. 5t was very dark. There was fake smoke spewing everywhere, all along the floor so you could only see people down to their midriff. So much for my go-go boots. There were flashing, coloured lights going off at all angles. The music was really loud so we had to shout at each other.
"Want to head to the bar," I had my mouth near his ear to speak.
"OK," he replied in mine.
I ordered lemonade and orange juice mixed together, half and half. He cheekily tried an alcoholic cocktail even though he was underage.



"Just seeing what I can get away with," the bar man winked at him and we both laughed.
"Do you think there is anyone our age here?"
"I don't think so," he looked around.
"Hello," a sneary man had walked up to us, 'What to come round to my place?"
"No thanks," Rog replied, we backed off.
"Hi," someone touched my shoulder, I jumped, "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. What's your name?"
"I'm not gay," I said, Roger was sniggering behind me, "Shut up!" I hissed at him, elbowing him in the arm.
"Ow! That hurt!"
"Well, sorry, Mr 'I-think-it'll-be-OK-to-go-to-a-club-all-on-our-own-where-everyone-is-older-than-us-and-creepy!'"
"Thanks a lot!" the butch looking woman said, "When I was at school I went out with other girls in my year. I didn't hang around in bars all day."
"Oh, thanks for the advice, um..."
"...Natalie, Natalie Green, pleased to meet you."
"I'm Minny Drover," I explained, shaking hands, she was quite formal like most adults are - I think.
"Roger, Roger Bright," Roger shook her hand too.
"Now why don't you two run along home before you meet someone really nasty and get into real trouble. What would your parents think if they knew you where here?"
"They think we are at a friend's party," I cringed.
"I haven't told my mum yet," Roger looked down, ashamed.
"Don't worry. If your mum really loves you she won't mind whether you are gay or not! My foster parents didn't."
"You were fostered?" Roger asked.
"Yep," she said.
"But they have to except you because they are lucky to get you since they probably can't have any babies or anything anyway," I added.
"No, actually they already had a child. They chose to adopt me even though they could have had another one themselves. Everyone is lucky to have a child no matter where they are from anyway. Even you," she pointed at me.
"Bye then."
"Bye," she smiled, waving.
"Bye and thanks!" Rog called as I dragged him out the door.
We tumbled into the street, laughing.
"What was all that about?" I asked.
"I know! Some of the people in there were so weird and lonely looking!"
"I hope we never have to go in there again!" I said, bumping into him as we walked along.
"You never know, when I'm older I could be the sad, lonely person wondering around the bar, trying to pick someone up for one night of not feeling lonely."
We both giggled as he over acted. Sighing and putting a hand across his head, faining being in pain.
Next month Roger had found Oscar. He worked in the local music shop and was great at playing the saxophone. He had left school recently. He was a year older than us. He wrote Rog a song and he was hooked. They were an item now.



I was sitting in a cafe feeling bored. All my friends were busy and Roger was out with Oscar - again! Suddenly Freddy walked in.
"Is this seat taken?"
"No," I was surprised he wanted to sit with me after what had happened.
"How are you getting on then?"
"Not very well actually," I leant my cheek on my hand, I had my elbow on the table.
I put my finger in my hot chocolate and sucked the cream off my finger, "I heard about you and Sam."
"It's not that. It's just that Roger has his new boyfriend Oscar and I feel left out. He never wants to meet up any more."
"Maybe I could be your new friend?" Freddy looked deep into my eyes.
His electric blue ones startled me, I felt like he could read my mind, his spiky, blond and black hair stuck up from his head, "Do you want to go out with me?"
"Not right now thanks," he smiled.
"You can't be my best friend but you can be my friend. Do you not hate me for kissing you and then going off with Sam?"
I was curious, "No," Freddy stoppped for a second to think, "I'm just more careful with you now, I'm not going to lay my heart on the line and just go out with you before I know you like I would have before."
"It's funny, before you were the one chasing me an now I'm the one asking you out!" I looked at my mug.
"Look, let's just be friends."
"That's what the girl's supposed to say!" I swung my spoon around splashing hot chocolate everywhere.
"Careful!" he grabbed my hand.
We looked into each other's eyes. Our heads drew closer. he pulled away.

Dream Story - Part 4

"I have an idea," Roger told me, grabbing my hands in his, "You know how he always cheats on his girlfriends? Well why don't we give you a make-over so that you are so drop dead gorgeous that he will have only eyes for you!?"
"Really?! I've never heard you say anything like that before! What's got into you?!"
"I don't know it must be something in the air," he tickled my stomach.
We headed to his mum's hairdressers. It was called Hair Gloop.
He updated his mum, not on what we were doing but that I wanted a new haircut. She lets him and all his friends have free haircuts which is great.
"Right," she held my head between her hands, turning it from side to side.
She ran her fingers through my hair. It was down to my shoulders and mousy brown.
"I am going to give you a Victoria Beckham bob, OK?"
"Sounds great!" I gleamed.
"I am going to dye your hair a rich hazelnut shade," she infused.
"Oh, I don't know. I've never dyed my hair before," I bit my lip.
"Oh, don't worry! You'll look great as a brunette!"
"Oh, alright," I gave in.
I was not allowed to see it in the mirror until we had the whole look sorted.
Roger's sister's friend worked in a local clothes store so she could get us money off clothes. She took us to the changing rooms to try some things on. They got me some black, shiny, leather leggings, An off the shoulder t-shirt with extra vest shoulder straps and some acid pink, killer heels.
Now we headed to his house to meet his sister Rochelle. She did my make-up. Some very smoky eyes and pink lips. She also gave me some really cool earrings in the shape of lips that matched my lipgloss.
"Now, you're ready to knock 'em dead!" she grinned, jumping up and down.
I strutted through the mall to where he was sitting with his mates...
TO BE CONTINUED

Dream Story - Part 3

I rang Roger, my best friend and we met at the park. we swang backwards and forwards on the swings, up and down. I was sweeping upwards and leant my head back so that I was upside down when I went up.
"You should try it," I say.
"OK. Wee!" he had his head flung backwards and his feet went flying high in the air.
I told him about babysitting for Sam's brother.
"Lucky you! If that's what you want."
"What do you mean if that's what I want, Roger?"
"Well, I don't particularly like the creep myself, Minny."
"The creep, Roger, he's not a CREEP!"
"What about that guy you kissed at the party?"
"Freddy. No, that, that was just a one off."
"Poor Freddy."
"Don't 'Poor Freddy,' me! Stop being so patronising!"
"I'm not being patronising!"

Dream Story - Part 2

I have taken up a babysitting job for a little girl called Sandy. I will be starting tonight. I do not know what it will be like as I have never looked after anyone before. I am an only child so I do not have any little brothers or sisters to look after. I hope she is not a little horror who will make my life hell. I do not expect her to be a little darling though who will do whatever I say.
I headed over to the house. Her parents were lovely. They said they would be back by eleven. If I had any problems I was to call them. Sandy was a very cute little girl. She had fair hair in bunches and pink dungarees. She was watching a video of her favourite programme Charlie and Lola.
"This is good, isn't it?" I asked.
I had watched it with my little cousin when we were on holiday at their house.
"Yes," she had a slight lisp, she was eating a red lollipop.
We both sat down and watched that for a while.
I heard someone from up the stairs. The door bell rang. I went to answer it. There was a girl there.
"Hi, I'm Kitty," she was quite friendly, it seemed till she said, "Who are you?"
"I'm Holly the babysitter."
"Oh, right," she relaxed, looking down her nose at me, "The help."
What was that supposed to mean? I did not like her one bit.
Then someone walked down the stairs. It was Sam! He was the most popular guy in school. I had always fancied him but I never had a chance in hell of going out with him. He had a black leather jacket on. His floppy, brown hair fell down on one side across his beautiful, brown eyes.
"Hi," he smiled at me, looking me up and down.
My mouth went try, I could not say anything. I mumbled.
"What?" he suddenly did not look so welcoming, his face screwed up.
He brushed past me, our shoulders touching. She kissed him, looking at me. It meant back off, he's mine.
I went back to sit with Sandy, I slumped to the floor. The door slammed behind them.
"Do you know anything about Sam's girlfriend Kitty, Sandy?" I asked her.
"Um...she's very pretty but you look like a princess," she grinned up at me, her lips turned cherry red by the lolly.
"Aw, thank you Sandy. That's so sweet!" I ruffled her hair.
"I love you!" she gargled.
"Time to go to bed, come on," suddenly the little angel dissappeared.
"NOOO!" she screamed, clinging to part of the wall.
I tried to pull her off but she hung on. I started managing to pull her off a bit but her nails were wripping through the white, lace wallpaper. Suddenly we fell backwards onto the floor, her on top of me. We started giggling.
"You naughty little terror," I picked her up sideways, under my arm and swung her all the way up stairs. She squealed with delight.

Dream Story

I woke up and everything was wrong. Something strange had happened last night. Nothing felt the same. I had a splitting headache. I think it's a hangover from all that wine I drink. It was a wild party. I snogged Freddy behind the sheds! I think someone spiked the punch with vodka too. I thought I was just drinking fruit juice but it tasted funny and I was just getting more drunk.
I had a weird dream last night. There were all these blobby, distorted monsters towering over me. Then I woke up. I was covered in sweat and my head was thudding. When I stood up my head spun and then everything settled out. I had my long, stripy, black and white t-shirt on. I stumbled forward to get a glass of water. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and brushed my teeth. I splashed cool water over my face. The icy droplets cascaded off my nose into the sink. They splatted on the bottom of it like melted ice-cream dripping on a Summer's day.
That reminded me of Derek last Summer but that was all in the past now. I put on my dress and some strappy shoes. I tossed a shrug over my shoulder and walked out.
I headed to the cafe and ordered a coffee and a croissant. I phoned up Shelly to find out how she was getting on. She was with Donny. They would be together all day so she would be too busy to meet up. So I called Patrice and she said she would head right over. I asked her about the night before. She said she had woken with a splitting headache but she had only drank the punch.
"It was spiked," I told her.

The Dreams Quiz

Questions:

1) What would you like to do on holiday?

a) Have a hot air balloon ride.

b) Bunjee-jump.

c) Go to the theatre.

2) What type of film would you like to watch?

a) Fantasy

b) Horror

c) Sci-fi

3) What would you dress up as at halloween?

a) A fairy.

b) A vampire.

c) A hippy.

4) What is your favourite band?

a) Goldfrapp

b) Lordi

c) Bjork

5) What is your favourite look?

a) Hippy

b) Goth

c) Girly/Emo

6) What is your favourite type of ice-cream?

a) Vanilla

b) Chocolate

c) Strawberry Swirl

7) What would be your perfect pet?

a) Cat

b) Tarantula

c) Dog

8) What is your favourite colour?

a) Pink

b) Black

c) Sky Blue

9) What do you look for in a partner?

a) Mr/Miss Right

b) Someone with tattoos, a motorbike and is a thrill seeker.

c) Good looking and funny.

10) Who is your favourite celeb?

a) Kate Winslet

b) Marilyn Manson

c) Johnny Depp

Answers:



Mostly a)'s Daydreams
You also have your head up in the clouds. You have a great imagination and are very creative. You always have a bounce in your step and always look for the positives in life. Just remember to keep your feet on the ground.



Mostly b)'s Nightmares
You secretly love to be scared. You are a thrill seeker. You would suit a job where you get a new bit of excitement every day. You are always up for a laugh and a dare. You do need to be serious sometimes though.



Mostly c)'s Dreams
You are in your own world. You let only your closest friends in. You like having a party. You love energetic sports like dancing or karate. You are a sunshine beam in people's lives. Remember to face reality every once in a while.

Hope you enjoyed my quiz. See you. x

My Dreams

When you have a dream do you ever dream about having a boyfriend or girlfriend? I have dreamt about that twice recently. It was both times with people I know or knew. Once I got engaged. The other time they rescued me from wild animals. What does that say about me? I am not sure but it certainly is weird. Just like dreams should be. Also a little scary.
Byeeeee! :D

Fri 23rd Jan

Have you ever thought I wish I could be a writer when I grow up? I have since I was little. I hope I grow up soon since I'm nearly an adult. Some people never grow up. I was very sure I wanted to be an author until recently. I went to a workshop where I saw a screenwriter do a talk. I thought it was very interesting. He did scripts for film and TV and I liked the look of that. I have also thought about writing for magazines. Maybe a food critic because I love food and my family say I can be very critical. Or something in a teen or women's magazine about fashion or make-up. Actually that sounds like it could get boring after a while. I could be a film critic, I had not thought of that one before. I am mad about films. I do not think I would get bored watching them all day although I suppose that is probably what every one says when they start out. A few years later when they are jaded they will wish they had never bothered starting in the first place.
Whatever I do I think it will definitely have to be something to do with writing. I would also like to publish at least one book. I will probably have to think of at least one other job to have whilst my writing career gets started. I have wanted to try for quite a while working in a baker's shop or a florist. Since I would probably be allergic to the flowers unless that part of my hay fever has cleared up I will have to cross that one off. I wanted to try being a hairdresser since my hairdresser mentioned it but I have very sensitive skin and you can not have sensitive skin to be a hairdresser since your hands touch so many chemicals unless I wear gloves. So that one will have to go too. What about a Chocolate shop? That would be nice...

In case you have not noticed I ADORE Chocolate and am drooling at the thought of it. I know a lot of other people's dreams. My best friend wants to be a wedding or party planner in Italy. She is already part way there since she is learning Italian at school. She is also studying food which could help with the catering side. She is very neat and makes beautiful food so I can see how she would be great at organising events. She would be great at themes.
I knew someone else who really wanted to be a pilot. I think for a charter airline so they could travel to lots of different places and take holidays there. They must love adventure.
I know some people who have no idea what they want to do yet although they are younger so have more time to think about it.
I read in one magazine about a girl who at fifteen already had a short story published in a compilation and who had just won their story competition. I will have to get writing quick to catch up with her CV. I have so far had nothing published.
That is all for now,
Bye! :)