'Bye Flower, see you on Monday!' I call to Flower, I didn't buy anything in town apart from a medium portion of chips and ketchup and an apple. I am still on a diet, so that will do for tea. I turn my spare key in the lock of our front door. I carefully push it open. I knew mum was out, but I didn't know who, or what could be lurking behind the door, waiting for me. Ever since I got kidnapped I have been petrified that Robert has been waiting behind every door. Every corner. Every street. I have desperately wanted to tell mum about him. But I never found the time, and our promise. Our promise. I do not want to die, it would not be worth it if I told mum, she wouldn't believe me and I would die. Maybe then she would believe me.
I put my bag down by my bed and I check my calendar. 'One, two, Seven....' only 7 weeks and 3 days until my birthday. It is too early to get excited about it though. There is nothing that I really want for my birthday, well only for Robert to shove off, but apart from that. Nothing. Maybe some clothes, or some jewellery. Chocolate! Definitely lots of chocolate. I love chocolate. I am not really into clothes, I just wear what is comfortable. Oh, I just realise I can't have chocolate, I'm on a diet. Oh. Maybe I could have diet chocolate? I think as I slump onto my bed.
I decide to have a shower, I wash my hair using my favourite strawberry scented shampoo. 'Ummm....strawberries...' did I just say that out load? I think so, it's hard to tell with no-one around to listen. I wrap my purple towel around me, then I walk back into my bedroom. I get dressed in my pink, ice cream nightdress. I pick up my hairdryer and I turn the switch to eco-setting. I know that it isn't really going to save the environment, but it makes me feel better. 'Ehhhh....Ummmm....Umm....Ehh.....Ehhhh...' I hum to myself as the hot wind blows in my face and my hair. I don't hum to any tune, I just hum random notes. I put my hairdryer away and I check my facebook page. Nothing new, apart from Amelia has put some photos from France on her timeline. It looks amazing, she went to Paris and the Eifel Tower. I am quite jealous. She is so lucky, I have never been aboard before. It costs so much apparently. 'Ding, Dong...' oh, that means I have a message on my phone. It's not the doorbell. I have a look at my message:
Hi there Robbie, long time no see. I've seen you around school, you know. With your "friends", apart from they're not really your friends. They felt sorry for you, so they decided to help you. Because you need mental help. Unfortunately no one can help you. You are too weird. You will pay for getting me into detention, big time. BIG TIME. You are dead. You are dead. DEAD. D-E-A-D. See you on Monday Robbie.
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