Natural Disaster (ON HOLD)

PARTY!

So, last day of English school. Ever. Oh my god! Where has all of the time gone? Only 2 1/2 weeks of England left now!

Ring! That was the bell. English school = done for ever. Well, now at least for now. Wooh, yeah. Yay. Notice the amount of sarcasm I put into that.

After a long, sad goodbye with our form teacher, Miss Birch, when Eleanor and I both burst into floods of tears, we (Poppy, Zoe, Katie, Emily, Chloe, Daisy, Eleanor and I) are walking back to Poppy's house, for a sleep-over party. Actually, the main reason for staying over is so there is time for mine and Eleanor's parents to get everything packed and ready to leave.

We arrive and the house is completely empty, except for Poppy's hamster Toffee, her little brother Harry's hamster Caramel, and her older sister, Amily's hamster Truffle. They're names are based on different kinds chocolate, you can probably tell. After we've all taken our shoes of and put our bags down, Poppy runs into the kitchen and we all run after her, giggling. I'm just behind Poppy, so when I stop and see all if the massive pile of sweets and fizzy drinks, everyone crashes into me, knocking me over! We all roll about on the floor in laughter, before struggling to carry all of the sweets and drinks upstairs to Poppy's room. I drop all of the sweets and a sprite bottle onto the floor, and again, collapsing in giggles. the pile build up as we go back and forth carrying sweets up. Finally, we've got everything. Seven sleeping bags have been set up on camp beds and each has a bag full of clothes in it. I walk over to where my bag is and sit down. I am in-between Poppy's bed and Eleanor's camp bed. Poppy asks what drink I'd like and so I answer;

"Sprite, please." as usual. I hate coke and can't stand any drinks with aspartame in them - diet drinks and fanta orange (fruit twist is ok thank goodness!) etc. Poppy carefully pours a bit into a plastic party cup.

"Thanks," I say, gratefully. we sit, talk, eat and drink for ages before putting on our pajamas and doing the same thing.

"How many nights are we staying over for again?" Zoe asks. She is quite forgetful.

"Um, a week, right?" I say, looking at Poppy, uncertainly.

"Yeah, I think so!" Poppy says happily.

"Cool, OK!" Zoe says. We sit and chat all night and in the morning we eat pancakes with Nutella, syrup, or lemon and sugar. We made sure that we have enough sweets for each day of the week, or it'd all be gone now and there would be eight fat year sevens who are very sick.

Later, we go down to the stepping stones in our swim wear. I get quite cold, poor Poppy, Emily and Eleanor in bikinis. I'm glad I wore my tankini instead! Still, a swimsuit would be better. We hop across the stones, push each other in (gently) and splash about. Soon we head over to the rope swings and swing around, pretending to be Tarzan. We also jump in and make massive splashes. This is soooooo fun!

We do different activities week. We stay up late every night, but we only manage to stay awake for the whole night a few times. I wish this would never end.