It's Not Heaven, But It's Year Seven!

I woke up on Sunday at around eleven. Well, not really. I planned to sleep in till eleven. But you see - mum makes me do Girl Scouts. Very boring. She woke me up at seven thirty. This Sunday we have to go around the town selling - wait for it - cookies. Yes, cookies. How boring! Everyone got a partner, except for me. So I'm going around a street wearing short and tight burgundy shorts, a white top, a burgundy vest and a cravat, like Mat Prestons.

I looked in my Scouts bag, and the street address was Sandhurst Crescent - Sandhurst Crescent? That was the richest street in the town! Every house would be a double storey house. Every house would have a fountain, green grass and an electronic controlled gate.

Nine o'clock came, and after Lexi and Sabrina teased me about my corny outfit, mum dropped me off at 2 Sandhurst Crescent. This street went up to number 36, which was quite bad considering I don't have a partner. Right. I strolled up the crisp pavement of number 2, and knocked on the big church-like doors. A lady dressed in a maid's outfit answered the door.

'Yes?' she asked. 'How may I help you? I must inform you, the Fisher family is not interested in organ donation.'

'I'm not here for organ donations,' I huffed. 'I'm here to sell cookies for the Glenhaven Girl Scouts. The money will go to a selected charity. It's $2 a packet.'

The maid sighed. 'I am not the one to talk to. I shall call the family. Wait right here.'

I waited for ten or so minutes. If this was going to be like this for all the houses, I'm quitting!

Finally, a man wearing a very nice suit, a lady wearing a long red dress and two husky children appeared. But the sad thing is I couldn't tell if the second child was a girl or a boy.

'Cookies, eh?' asked the man. He had an Italian accent. 'You want to sell a cookies in a my house, eh?'

'Yes sir, the money will go to a selected charity,' I said. I tried to sound as cute as possible, like Oliver out of Oliver Twist when he says, "please sir, I want some more".

The lady was saying something to the man in Italian.

'We want cookies!' said the child that I knew was a boy.

'Giuseppe, hush!' said the lady.

Why all the fuss for a bunch of cookies?!

'Mama, please! Cookies are good!' said the second child. It sounded like a girl.

'Izabella, please!' said the man. Ooh, it was a girl! 'Alrighta, we shall take nove boxes.'

Nove... I did do Italian last year...I did the sum on my fingers. Uno, due, tre, quattro, qinchue, sei, sette, otto, nove! Eight!

'Eight boxes sir?' I said.

'Ah no,' he said. 'Nine.'

I gave him nine boxes. I did the sum in my head. Nine times two is eighteen. $18 already! 'That will be eighteen dollars, sir.'

He handed me a crisp, fresh red twenty dollar note. 'Keep the change. You will need it.' He eyed my uniform.

'Thank you sir,' I said.

'Come, Giuseppe and Izabella,' said the maid.

Well, that wasn't too bad, was it?

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I had done all the even houses, and I was halfway through the odd ones. I was at number 21 now.

I liked this house the best. It looked like it was freshly painted. It was white, and yes, had a big fountain out the front with cherub on the top.