"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Mum asked.
'They'll be fine" dad said. "Come on or that taxi man will start creating."
"You've got the number of the hotel just in case?" Said mum. "Its by the phone. Of course if its a real emergency you'd better call the police."
"There wouldn't be much point, they will all be at your dance!" I joked.
Dad bared his teeth in a stupid smile. He'd swapped his usual work overall for an equally naff evening suit of satin striped suit and filly shirt. He wore a clip on bowtie instead of his usual clip on tie. His face looked like a clip on too, pink,jovial, Joly, always Mr Plod the Policeman.
"We should have driven them over to your sisters.." She stopped and drew her breath. We all knew we couldn't go back to Auntie Sally's.
"We should of got a babysitter." Mum said lamely.
"We're not babies, mum." I said.
She gave me a quick kiss. She smelled weirdly sultry after spraying herself liberally wit last holidays duty-free Giorgio. Mum is not a Giorgio girl, though she'd tried tonight.
Then again, I couldn't say anything.. I really can't talk. I don't dare wear a thong. If it was up to mum I'd be wearing little frilly white knickers and socks. She treats me like I'm four not fourteen.
"Jackie?! Come downstairs, we are going now!" Mum yelled upstairs.
She's fifteen nearly sixteen. She's my sister. Not just my sister. She's always been my best friend..and my worst enemy too.
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"Get out of my way freak"
It had been less than five minutes and Jackie had already raided the freezer and cupboards and was trying to push past me.
"Get out of here" I said.
Before I got chance to dodge, she punched me in the mouth.
My lip was bleeding and my cheek throbbed.
Stupid cow.
I ran out the house, tears streaming down my face.
