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A long week

It had been one long week since Sunday, it was now almost a week since Robert kidnapped me. All week it felt like I had an extra weight on my shoulders, and my mouth was zipped up. I tried to act normal, it was really hard to concentrate at school. We had a maths test, I got 20/56. I had to stay behind after class because our teacher was worried about me. I usually got a higher mark. Of course I didn't say why I got such a low mark, but I wanted to. I wanted to shout it to the whole school. I knew the consequence if I did. But how would Robert find out?

So yeah, Robert and mum are still dating, I don't see why Robert would date mum. I am not being mean, mum is a lovely, charming person. But Robert is a drug dealer. What does he see in mum? Is he going to test drugs on her? Is he going to bargain her? I guess I would find out sooner or later. He could actually lover her. But that seemed unlikely somehow.

Gabbie hasn't bothered me, or us, anymore. It turns out she got detentions every day for 2 months and she was banned from using the computers, which I suppose is good. But now whenever I see her in the corridor she gives me "the death glare".

Amelia came back from France on Thursday, she brought me a cute French purse with a little key ring of the Eifel Tower. I love it, it is so cute and kind of her. Everyone else got gifts of course, Amelia wouldn't leave anyone out.

I haven't seen Alex since Tuesday, when I went to the park after school, we talked for a bit. But then he left. I like him, he would make a brilliant older brother. I would love a sibling. Someone to talk to, I know I wouldn't get as much attention as I do now but I would like someone to talk to, to have someone to talk about. People in my class always complain about how their sister tells them to shove off, or how their brother kicks them. I know the downsides.

Every night still I have nightmares about my weight or my hair, my friends or Robert and mum. Each night the nightmare gets worse, more horrible, more real. I have lost a considerable amount of sleep because of it. The bags under my eyes have become darker, and my hair has got a bit longer and thicker. But a lot shabbier. People still call me a boy, or give me a strange look in the street. But I don't care, sort of. Well, I try not to.

'Right then class, have a good weekend. Remember there is no homework today, just enjoy yourselves. Next week we are making the lap joints, see you then!' our wood work teacher calls above the noise of everyone talking and stacking their chairs. 'Are you doing anything after school?' Lucy askes everyone. 'No, do you want to go into town?' Lottie replied, she had her hair in little curls. She looked really cute, like a doll. 'Sorry, I can't I have a haircut after school.' Suzzi groaned as she walked out of the class with her earphones in. 'I can come.' Abigail suggested 'So can I.' Louisa stated 'I can't' Amelia sighed 'Rosa, how about you?' Lucy asked me as she texted someone on her purple phone. Mum was out again with Robert so.......'Sure, I can come. I don't have much money though.' I complain, I don't mean to beg. I don't want to beg. But I only have £5.30 in my bag, you can barely buy anything for that, so I shall just buy something to eat. 'Great, that's settled then. Let's go.' Abigail directed us towards the back gate. We said our goodbyes, then we headed off into town.