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aware of Nesta’s brother, Tony coming into the
house.
    This would be a good
time to stop and stand still, I decided. Prop myself up against the wall.
    Tony looked at me
quizzically. ‘You all right?’ he asked.
    ‘Oops.’ I laughed as I
leaned back on the wall and knocked a picture frame squiff.
    He gave me a funny
look, then went into the sitting room. I followed, or rather fell, in after
him. He took in the bottles and glasses. ‘You girls have been having fun, I
see,’ he said.
    ‘Izzie’s drunk as a
skunk,’ said Nesta from the sofa.
    ‘I am
not.
.
.’ I said. I wasn’t. I really wasn’t. Just felt a bit blurry and in need of a
lie-down. On the carpet behind the sofa seemed like a good place, so I knelt
down and crawled there. It felt nice and cool, so I curled up and closed my
eyes. Euumm. Feel a bit funny, I thought, and opened one eye. All I could see
was under the sofa and the skirting board. This is what mice see, I thought.
Arrr. Sweet. A mouse’s view on life. But fine. Fine. Best have a little sleep.
    ‘Do you want to watch
the video?’ asked Lucy, popping her head over the sofa top. ‘We’ve got
Drop
Dead Gorgeous’
    I waved my hand at
her. ‘No, you jo astead. Just having a liddle sleep.’
    After that I was
vaguely aware of voices and the telly. They sounded very distant. ‘She hasn’t
had tequila, has she?’ I heard Tony say.
    Nesta shrugged. ‘Don’t
know. Think so.’
    ‘Prepare for the
hangover from hell, Iz, my old pal,’ called Tony over the sofa.
    ‘Okeee dokeee,’ I said
without opening my eyes.
    ‘Tequila’s lethal,’
said Tony. I don’t know who he was talking to, though. It was way too much
effort to open my eyes. My eyelids seemed to have stuck together somehow. ‘Even
some of the most hardy drinkers can’t take it.Very nasty side effects. What
else has she had?’
    ‘Blackcurrant liqueur, Bailey’s…’
    I must have drifted
off because the next thing I knew there was a bitter smell of coffee. It made
me want to retch. Tony was holding a cup next to my nose. ‘Come on, Iz. Have a
sip.’
    I pulled a face and
rolled away from him. ‘Don’t like coffee. I’m vegetarian. Want to sleep.’
    Tony began to laugh.
‘Did nobody ever tell you Lesson Number One in drinking, Izzie? Don’t mix your
drinks.’
    ‘Won’t,’ I moaned.
‘Fact, won’t drink again. Been very, very stupid. Kay, go way now, need to
sleep.’
    There was the sound of
the front door opening and footsteps in the hall.
    ‘
Ohmigod’
I
heard Nesta cry. ‘Quick, put the glasses under the sofa.’
    The sitting room door
opened and I heard the girls scrabbling about, then another voice. It sounded
vaguely familiar. ‘What in
heaven’s
name is going on here?’ said
Nesta’s mum.
    ‘And why is Izzie
lying behind the sofa?’ asked her dad.
    Oops, I thought, as I
tried to roll into a ball and make myself invisible.
     
    Lucy’s Quiz
    Name your three favourite animals, birds or fish in order of
preference. Say why you’ve chosen them.
    First choice reveals: how you see yourself.
    Second choice reveals: how others see you.
    Third choice reveals: how you really are.
    It’s the adjectives chosen to say why the animal has been picked that
are revealing, more than the animal itself.
     
     
     
     
    C h a p t e r   7
    Orang-utans
in the Mist
     
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    Ooooh. Strange dreams.
Very strange dreams. Orang-utans in the mist. Snowy forests with penguins
eating blackcurrants. Don’t feel very well, I thought, when I woke up the next
day and tried to open my eyes. It appears someone glued my eyelids together in
the night. And my
head
. Oof. Somebody’s doing a drum solo in there. I
turned over and looked at the clock. Half past ten. Oops. I rolled on to my
back and looked at the ceiling. How did I get home? I asked myself. I could
vaguely remember Angus turning up. He must have driven me back. Don’t remember
seeing Mum. Oh God. Mum. I pulled the duvet over my head. Think