Once we got home she asked to get dressed into the outfit again, I rolled my eyes walking to my beroom, opening my door (new one since last year), putting my clothes and shoes on my untidy bed. I tried it on agin, the shoes were a little tight but i had to grow into them I guess.

I went downstairs and she smiled, she had hold of a fluffy long sleeved jacket and a peal necklace.

"No way," I said to her, looking at the objects, she smirked nodding.

"Yes way," she said and gave it to me, I put in the jacket and she put on the necklace. "Darling you look gorgeous," she said, playing around with the fluff on my jacket. "(Y/d/n), come here and look at your daughter!" She yelled, my dad came through from the back garden and fake smiled.

"Looks beautiful sweetie," he said, beginning to walk away and pointed to my mom.

"Okay, go hang that up and put your ticket in the pockets so it okay," she said and I huffed, matching back up the stairs and hung the clothes in my closet and dressing into my original clothes the second time today.

"(Y/n)?"Someone asked, it was scratchy and static appeared after it, I took my bag from ontop of my bed and grabbed my super com.

"Hello, (y/I) here, copy," I said, sitting down on my bed.

"Will here, copy," he said through his super-com.

"Come over?" I asked, I could guess it already.

"Yeah, bring comic books too," he said.

"But I don't have any, I've traded them all to dustin so i could have money for the arcade," I said, looking towards my stash of comic books that was there and giving them to dustin was a lie, I just don't want to trade them, they're limited edition.

"That's not true, you'd never give away your comic books, they're limited edition," he argued back.

"Yeah you caught me," I gave in. "Why do I need to bring them anyways?" I asked.

"Cause I wanna read them," he begged.

"Fine, I'm coming over," I said, blowing a kiss and pulled the ariel down, picking up my comic books (three, I only have five), shoved them in my school bag and I ran down the stairs, seeing my parents on the couch watching tele.

"I'm going to Wills for a bit," they ignored me and I walked out the front door, getting on my bike, riding to Wills house.

(y/n) = your name.
(y/d/n) = your dad's name.
(y/l/n) = your last name

boi I'm at Thorpe park and to anyone that's gone, how much does that fucking saw ride hurt your head an how unsecured do you feel when on samurai, I literally almost fell out I was shitting myself. Get to go tomorrow also ffs