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BY ALISON JAMES
Amy wasn’t really a party a
IT was no fun being dead – particularly when you had a cramp in your leg. Gemma raised her head from the dusty floor, looking for Tarquin. “Do I really have to stay here until the end of the act?” she
THE timing of it! How unfair can it be?” Gilly Hyde clamped her hands to the sides of her head in despair, and immediately regretted it. She had spent an hour on her hair that morning. She took her ha
Y ou’ve done what?’ Mel threw her bag ...
I WAS amazed. Amy had just refused my offer of a trip on Saturday to the new retail park where they’ve got all the big name shops. And this was a fourteen-year-old, fashion-mad girl I’m talking about
I PEGGED Dad’s Seventies’ psychedelic floral shirt on the section of the clothesline designated for “undies”. It couldn’t be seen by the neighbours. I dreamt of the day my parents would give me their
My naughty little sister tells all