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be going mad.
    Tried on every
stitch of clothing I own and managed to work
    out some pretty
cool combinations. Black and black mainly, with some silver jewellery. Some of
the tops I was going to throw out because I thought I’d grown out of them look
good on second trying. Used to wear my clothes baggy, but now some of the
T-shirts look just right — tight in the right places. Mum won’t like it. She
doesn’t like anything. Mainly me.
    TJ and Lucy came
over and brought magazines. Amazingly, even though I was grounded, Angus let
them in on the condition that I didn’t tell Mum. He can be OK sometimes. Lucy
did fantastic make-up on me to go with my new look. Dark eyes and sort of grape
glossy lipstick. Definitely makes me look older and will look cool for the gig
on Saturday - that is, if Mum lets me go. TJ asked me to do a piece for her mag
on what to do when you’re grounded. Don’t think I’ll include ‘Practise snogging
on the back of your hand’, in case people at school think I’m a saddo. But I bet
they all do it.
    After they left, I
practised my songs for the gig on Saturday. I’m only doing two this time, which
is fine by me as I like sitting and listening as well as performing. Please,
please God let Mum have mellowed by then.
    Mum back at
seven-thirty. Waited for
le grando
telling off, but it never came. She just looked
disappointed, a look she’s got down to perfection, if you ask me, but pretty
upsetting all the same. Don’t really like it when she’s seriously mad with me
.
    Ate a tiny bit of supper.
Tummy’s still a bit funny. Cleared table, washed up - even the pans. Said sorry
a million times. Smiled meekly at Mum and Angus. Am perfect daughter.
    Called Nesta. Got
her voicemail.
    Listened to music.
Worked on songs again.
    Nothing on telly.
Slept like a zombie (not the cocktail).
     
    Day Two:
    Called Nesta’s
mobile as don’t want to risk her mum or dad picking up their home phone and
giving me another telling-off. Got voicemail. She’s obviously screening her
calls and is still mad at me.
    Feel restless.
Surely two days in prison is enough? Called Mum at work to beg forgiveness, but
she’s in a meeting schmeeting. She’ll probably only say that I can’t go out
until I’ve learned my lesson, so I don’t really know why I’m bothering. Why doesn’t
she realise that I learnt my lesson on Day One? You don’t have to tell me twice
not to drink alcohol again. Never, never, never. I don’t want to go through
that again.
    Colour coordinated
my wardrobe. Only took five minutes as it’s all black now.
    Started reading
The Catcher in the Rye.
Brilliant.
At first, couldn’t get into it as it’s about this boy called Holden Caulfield
who’s been expelled from boarding school in America. Thought I couldn’t relate.
But as there was nothing else to do, I got into it and then I couldn’t put it
down. Even though it was written ages ago, in the nineteen forties, he’s just
like any normal teenager, and like me, questioning everything. Is it the same
for teenagers the world over? Nothing seems to make sense any more and you
don’t know who you want to be, what you want to do, and in the meantime, you
manage to upset
everyone.
    Called Nesta. She
picked up. Phew. Talked for half an hour. She said I should try calling Mum
again as parents do tend to blow steam then calm down. Tried calling Mum again.
She said she is prepared to let me go out as long as I let her know where I am
and what I’m doing at all times. Felt very tempted to call her five minutes
later from the bathroom to tell her I was on the loo, but resisted as that might
be pushing my luck a bit.
    So, goodbye diary.
Prison sentence cut short. Time off for good behaviour. Mum said I can go out
so I’m free! Ha ha, HEE HEE, cue maniacal laughter.
     
    I put on my trainers
and shorts and decided to go for a jog. It was drizzling, but felt really
fresh, so I ran and ran and ran. After about twenty minutes, I heard a
motorbike