hmmm....When I was about...hmmm 9 or 10, I was invited to a birthday party at the cinema. Being the complete and utter GOON of my school, this was an incredibally big thing for me, I thought myself lucky to be invited.
On the day of the party, I had got up really early and patiently stood by the door with my tutu on (coz I thought it would make me look beautiful) and waited for my mum who insisted on having a looooong bath before coming with my grandad in the rusty old YELLOW mini to drop me off. The party was at 12:00pm. It was already 12:20. I was frantic, she knew today was my big day, for people to see beyond the geek and see my nice, sweet, kinda funny side. I had all the conversations already planned out in my head. Eventually she rushed down the stairs, in her PYJAMAS saying 'C'mon, you dont want to be late now do you?!' I was crying and crying in the car, my grandad would drive so slow cyclists would overtake him, but then he'd speed up when we came to a mini roundaboutor speed bumps. We eventually got to the cinema, my mum had to get out of the car (in her PYJAMAS) to let me out. I ran over complete with bright pink tutu and red puffy eyes.Everyone was standing outside the cinema, looking like drowned rats. APparently, the girls mum had insisted on waiting for me (I think she made the girl invite me) Needless to say, we missed the film, everyone glared at me, they were so angry. I burst into tears (again) 'My...my Cat died!' I cried. I thought I'd got away with it as they were being so nice to me.
But then, my mum came to collect me (this was her time to show everyone that she was a proper mother who did things that proper mothers did) and started talking to the girls mum. 'Im, Im sorry to hear that your cat's died' said my friends mum. My mother burst into tears, thinking it was true. She had a bit of a shock when the cat strolled in alive and well when we got home.
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Fri 28 Nov 2003, 15:30,
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On the day of the party, I had got up really early and patiently stood by the door with my tutu on (coz I thought it would make me look beautiful) and waited for my mum who insisted on having a looooong bath before coming with my grandad in the rusty old YELLOW mini to drop me off. The party was at 12:00pm. It was already 12:20. I was frantic, she knew today was my big day, for people to see beyond the geek and see my nice, sweet, kinda funny side. I had all the conversations already planned out in my head. Eventually she rushed down the stairs, in her PYJAMAS saying 'C'mon, you dont want to be late now do you?!' I was crying and crying in the car, my grandad would drive so slow cyclists would overtake him, but then he'd speed up when we came to a mini roundaboutor speed bumps. We eventually got to the cinema, my mum had to get out of the car (in her PYJAMAS) to let me out. I ran over complete with bright pink tutu and red puffy eyes.Everyone was standing outside the cinema, looking like drowned rats. APparently, the girls mum had insisted on waiting for me (I think she made the girl invite me) Needless to say, we missed the film, everyone glared at me, they were so angry. I burst into tears (again) 'My...my Cat died!' I cried. I thought I'd got away with it as they were being so nice to me.
But then, my mum came to collect me (this was her time to show everyone that she was a proper mother who did things that proper mothers did) and started talking to the girls mum. 'Im, Im sorry to hear that your cat's died' said my friends mum. My mother burst into tears, thinking it was true. She had a bit of a shock when the cat strolled in alive and well when we got home.