hey guys, so i literally just ended school for winter break which is fab in itself! Also feeling super christmassy as we've put up our christmas tree and decorated the whole house! When do you guys decorate your house for christmas, (like the tree etc) because we always do ours at the end of the first week of december but some people seem to be only just doing it now?! ahh i love xmas so much haha ;)CHAPTER 28: MY MASTER PLAN (WELL STACIE'S)
Up in my room I collapsed onto the bed and rolled over so I was facing directly out of the window. From here I could see the fast fading sunlight falling below the skyline of the houses opposite. My mind drifted across how amazing my short spell of freedom had been. I already felt trapped in my own house. How I was going to cope with an indefinite amount of time, I had no idea.
Rolling over, I made a growl of frustration. I had just managed to source some friends and if they found out I was grounded... well that's not a particularly good first impression to give team popular.
What to do, what to do...
I immediately ruled out running away. Very uncool. Sneaking out was more plausible, but even so I think my parents will be keeping an especially close eye on me.
I could always ring someone; I seriously needed some help figuring this out. I settle on Stacie because whilst she may not be the most understanding (I doubt she's ever spent enough time with her parents in which they could consider grounding her,) she would certainly be imaginative.
So I ring her, and pray she’s not halfway through an awkward family meal.
‘Bex, omg thank you so much, you just got me out of the most terrible conversation!’ she gushed as soon as she picks up my call.
‘What’s happened?’ I ask momentarily forgetting my own problems.
I could almost hear her roll her eyes, ‘I snapped the heel of moms black spiked Louboutins... when I through it at her face. Like, why does she even care, those shoes were disgusting.’
‘Ah well, she can get new ones right?’ I say in slightly hushed tone, aware that I'm not supposed to be contacting my friends. (Rule 16 of the ‘let’s turn Bex back into a social pariah’ dictatorship.)
‘Totally... anyway babe, why are you whispering? What's happened?’
I sigh, exhaling deeply, ‘I've been grounded, basically.’
‘Ew what the fuck, why?’
‘Because I'm failing four subjects.’ I say bluntly.
‘Shit hon... That’s not good.’
‘No its not, which is why I need your help.’
‘Oh this sounds juicy.’
‘Not really, but I need to think of a way in which I can get out of the house, whilst convincing them I'm working somehow?’

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