Imperfect

Chapter 9

"Thank you for inviting us and having Poppy. We wish we could look after her more often, but Arnold's work make it impossible for us to take a dog around with us." Melanie, says.

They're leaving, actually in the car with the engine running leaving. What is with adults and having painful silences through a visit, then suddenly having too much to say when their guest is leaving.

"Oh, it's no trouble. We're happy to have her." Mum tells her.

It's a bit of a joke, really. Since Poppy's spent most of her life with us, and we've had to house train her and everything else..

"Thank you for everything. We'll see you soon." Arnold tells us all.

'Bye!' We all say as they drive away.

"Come on Poppy!" Stacy calls, racing back upstairs with Poppy at her heals.

"You seem happy?" Mum, notices.

"Yeah." I say. "Oh! I'm going to Brian's or somewhere after school tomorrow, and we're going to the aquarium and having a sleep over this weekend."

"Okay, thanks!" Mum shouts as I go upstairs.

I can hear Stacy playing with Poppy in her room when I sit down.

I didn't look before, but THEMAN has posted a few new messages.

He's literally going through everyone in our year and bad mouthing them. And of course people react. They're people what can you expect.

There's arguments and petitions everywhere! You can barely look at anything without finding come mention of him. His plan seems to be working, even if everyone's against him.

But Brian's sent me another message, and I'd much rather read that than read naive comments and whatnot.

Brian-Hey, I've invited Toby, Max, Oscar and Simon by the way. Where can we meat? I'm pretty sure we'll all be at practice, but I don't know.

Charlie-Oh, cool so there's six of us? Does that mean you're getting bear because I do remember what you said about four being a party. I'll meat you around the field, or you can come to the theatre, if you want. Let's say that we go on the shortest path to either place we'll run into each other and that's the end of it. Okay?

Brain-Fair enough, it should work. I'll see you tomorrow.

'If music be the food of love play on.'

William Shakespeare said that. I'm not sure when exactly, or of what he was referring to, but it comes into my mind now.

I'm in the theatre with Abby, Jenifer, Eliza and Maria. We've eaten this weird chocolate sculpture head of some guy who was disfigured when a freshman by the name of William Smoke brought it in.

He's moving away, so he wanted to say goodbye. It just so happens that Ms Grange is pregnant, can't eat chocolate and has sent everyone else early because this session's centred completely on the five of us.

Therefore we ended p eating the entirety of the chocolate head. It was probably some famous actor, but I don't know. Now it's in our tummies.

We've finished rehearsing, and an album of chocolate is playing. No that's not a band, it's a load of songs that Maria made into a play list for when you're stuffed with chocolate. I have absolutely no idea why she has it, and I have no idea of how it's linked to being too full of chocolate, but that's Maria.

"Okay, we need to go or we'll miss the bus." Jenifer says, finally.

"Yeah." Eliza and Maria agree.