What is the time?

Money please

'But I need the money,'I moaned.

'No, no, no. You never pay me back, and besides you have a job,remember.' my dad argued.

'Exactly. What would you rather. Me borrow money for the train everyday or you lending me a small loan.'

'300,000 pounds is not a small loan.'

'Well the apartment is 400,000 pounds, and you work as a judge, and you have got a massive cash prize.'

'I don't know. That prize was only 100,000 pounds'

'Come on. Please' I pray, sticking my bottom lip out.

'You win, but on one condition. I get to choose your room mate.'

I throw a big hug at him and smile.

I run up the stairs and fall onto the bed snatching my phone from the window. I punch my friends number into the 'hi-tech' phone according to my mum. She doesn't even know

how to use a camera or how to be a mum. My dad had to capture those memories by him self, and he had to be my two parents, for example when I said my first word my dad ran to the cupboard to get the camera while mum slumped on the couch watching her soap. But that is all I was told.'Hello. Samantha' called a familiar voice. 

'Hello Fiona,' I called.

'Soooo,' she echoed.

'I got the money. I'm moving house!'

'YAY! OMG I'VE GOT TO TELL JONNY HE CAN MOVE IN! YAY!'

'You're more excited than me, but the only downside is that my dad has to pick my room mate.'

'WHAT! HE'S GOING TO PICK THAT LOONY LEE!'

'Please don't use those childish names we made in year four.'

'Soz. I'm just so upset that Jonny cant move in' she whispered giving my ears a rest. I hear a beep and realise that she put the phone down. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. My dad stumbles in and sits on a stall. 'I've bought it. You move on Saturday, ' he began.

'But that's TOMORROW' I screeched in delight. My dad nodded his head, smiling.