Chapter 8

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To the Rose family,
It's Molly's birthday on the 4th of July and she is having a big pool party! So we're inviting you to come and join us! It's at Welshpool swimming pool. It would be great if you could come!
Yours scincerley,
Molly and family xxx

Molly is our cousin. She's quite sweet but can get really annoying after a while, she asks really awkward yet annoying questions. One time she asked my sister,
"Why are you so grumpy? My mum thinks you're an ungrateful cow, are you?"
My sister said something really rude back that made Molly cry. My mum says to give her a chance she's only 3. Of course mum was delighted to recieve the invitation, she said that we should meet up with family more often. So my mum put it on the calender and said that we're all going and that's that.
"No mum please we don't have to go! It's a waste of a Saturday!" Charlie pleaded.
"We have been invited Charlie, it's rude to just not turn up! Think how you would feel if you had a pool party and Molly's family didn't turn up!" Mum argued.
"A. I wouldn't have a pool party! B. I wouldn't invite Molly's family! And C. I wouldn't send such a cheesy invitation!" Charlie exclaimed.
"She's right!" I chirped in.
Mum ended the arguement and said that we're definately going. But i wasn't bothered about how boring and painful it would be. I was worried about Charlie!

From that day on, my stomach was doing back flips. My sister has a huge fear of water and won't tell anyone, except her younger sister. And yet she's going to a pool party!
"Now is your perfect chance to tell them Charlie." I explained calmly "You can't possibly go! Mum's still suspitious about what happened at Amy's party! Just tell them! It's not that hard!"
"Their already ashamed of me! And they'll never believe me, they'll just think it's some excuse to miss the cousin that i hate most's party! No I just can't do it! And you can't say anything because...you don't have a right to!" She buried her haid in her hands, I knew that under all the makeup she had on (despite the brave face) that she was collapsing inside, it was almost like she was disturbed, anxious and...well...falling apart, shattering into a thousand pieces.

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