Chapter 1

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I woke up to the sound of my baby sister crying at five in the morning. I leapt out of bed to sort her out. My mum slept like a log on the weekends so I ended sorting the baby out. I took her down to the kitchen to feed her her favourite carroty stick and pea food. It looked so discusting that I almost retched.

After she was fed, I brung her back upstairs to change her. It was the first of December today and my dad brought the baby a months worth of Christmas tops for each day of the month. I changed her into todays shirt, while she awaringly sucked her tiny thumb.

My alarm woke me up the next morning at six thirty. I driftly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When I was ready for school, I waited for my friend, Rachel to arrive at my door. When she was here, we walked to the bus stop together. Shivering, we waited for the bus.

That night, over the phone, me and Rachel decided to do a Christmas gift exchange. The shops were still open so I had time to buy Rachel a gift for tomorrow. So solemnly and shivering, I walked down to the corner shop on my own.

When I got there, I saw that there was a lot of Christmas gifts about. I saw lots of balloons and parcels and lots of different cotton necklaces with diomands and embroibed patterns. So I got her that and a matching bracelet. Now I had to get her a card. So I looked over at the card section to find robins, trees and gingerbread cards. I got her the robin card because I thought I thought she would like it best.

The next morning I wrapped the present and shoved it in my bag. Then we went to school. When we got there, we went into the toilet block  near where all the girls do their makeup, and we did the exchange.

I opened mine up quickly but neatly, making sure not to tear the cute little puppys on the paper. When I unwrapped the present, I gasped. I saw that she had got me the exact same necklace and bracelet as I had got her exept she got me the one with hearts crossed on it. We giggled loudly and fastened them to ourselfs.

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