"The end-"  I look up from my work in a haste to get down to dinner on time for once. I hate it so much when Nana calls me by my full name Athena. This is exactly what she had been calling as I wrote the last two words on my English essay that was meant to be handed in today; I am a complete Forget-me-not, or so Papa says when it comes to school work. "Ena love!" Great. Papas back from work. At least someone can get my name right. I slam down the lid on my computer and rush from my room knocking over at least half of my stuff scattered on the floor. I hurry down the stairs in the same way an over sized elephant would. This is what I do simply to show emphasise on my "10 going on 15" attitude.

Meat Loaf. I should have known. Thursday night meatloaf. Why didn't I stay in my room? I look over to Sissy scrunching my brow and sticking my tongue out. She supresses her laughter by shoving her fist in her mouth. I smile. Although the meatloaf is absolutely disgusting and I think with every mouthful how bad the food poisoning will be, I have a lot more to worry about.

                                                              These are My Worries: 

   * We have the school production next week and my script has gone missing! I still don't know my lines.

* I still have two weeks worth of homework to finish! And it's a build-up to our end of year reports! Nana's gonna have a right go at me.

* I was in town the other day and, although I've lived in Bounty Bay all my life, a startlingly Colourful shop took the place of The Dump. The Dump had caught fire over 20 years before and couldn't be rebuilt due to unstable grounds. Well, that's what mama told me when we discovered it. Come to think of it, it's the only thing I really remember of her, before the disappearance.

Ok. So most of these are normal worries, maybe not the last one. Fine. Definitely not the last one. Should I explain? Ok, I'll explain.