" Wake up! Come on! " Mum kept yelling," Melinda! Linda! "

O-kay. I KNOW. Chill :/ Nope you're NOT are you?

Then my favourite person ever, knocks on my door timidly then comes inside.

" Hi Linda," he goes," Mummy said that it's time to get up for school."

Oh is it? Well lemme just say that you and Mummy are DUMMIES!

" I know you're awake, but just to be sure . . ."

Umm . . . WHAT are you doing to be 'sure?'

Why are these weird pokey fingers poking in my NECK? WHAT are you trying to do- KILL ME? Oh . . . my gawsh you're tryna TICKLE me, but it feels like you're STABBING me . . . hmm. Probably the second one.

" What are you trying to do?" My voice comes out muffled because of the pillow on my head.

" To tell you to wake up because Mummy wants-"

" You really think I care? About what your beloved Mummy wants. I want- no need you to GO AWAY, you and Clara-girl rush into my life as if it's your own. You steal everything great about it. Just bug off!"

There. I've done it. Now he'll leave me alone. Oh no . . . don't be a crybaby.

I watch as his face screws up, is it misery? I was wrong, very wrong. It was determination.

" Don't think I love it here. It's not like I get a choice to come here, though I agree, the people are nice. Apart from you. You hate me here, I'm actually trying to make an effort because I want to act as I have somewhere to fit in, but it's true I don't. So I'm not gonna even try anymore. "

I watched him walk downstairs. Woah! O-kay. Well, job done, I'm awake. If he wanted to make me guilty, job done, well done. Now he's gonna snitch on me to Mum. I get changed and decide to have a look at Kick's room. 

There's practically nothing and it's the smallest room, the spare room. There's only a single bed with plain, white covers and one brown box in the corner of his room. There's practically nothing inside. Only three small cars, a few trousers and t-shirts and a lot of orphan uniform. 

Okay, so that's sad. Didn't Mum and Dad buy anything for him- Oh, I get it. Yesterday I was kidnapped. Me. It was all about me. That's not great. And he was looking anxious yesterday? He was tryna fit in. He's not a me-loving person, he's a human with a brain and . . . nowhere to go . . .

Those words kept repeating over and over again in my brain,' Nowhere to go, nowhere to go-'

" Linda! Come on, are you ready?" I take slow steps downstairs thinking over my brilliant idea, then on the last step I run back upstairs, fetch my money and hurry into our living room/kitchen. I shove the money into my bag eat some cereal and approach Mum. I have ignored Clara-girl and Kick for a reason . . .

She's frying an egg for Dad? 

Hmm . . . ' Err Mum can I walk to school? Please?' no, what about,' Mum can I walk home today, with my friends?' But before I can say anything-

" Linda? " Mum looks at me closely and starts to sound like a computerised robot," Ms Clawner wants you to walk Helena to school today and back. This is perfect because your Dad an important meeting at the time your school ends and I'm helping out in McDonald's. In return she will look after Sara and pay you some money. Linda you need to accept this, please?"

This is the perfect excuse! But walking Helena? I pretend to think it through and have yet another brilliant idea.

" Okay Mum, but only if I can pop to the shops on the way there," I blabbed. Mum looked a tweeny bit concerned.

" Deal," she said," I'll phone your school to say you'll be there a little late. But don't go to town." 

" And," I narrowed my eyes," I have to take my phone!"

" Agreed, I don't want anything like Monday. "

Great. Now I have to walk Helena Clawner, of all people to school. Y i p p e e ! I really don't know why I'm doing this for Kick. 

You know it's so weird, only MONDAY I was kidnapped and no-one seems to give one about it anymore . . . It happened so quickly-

" Well, if you're walking Helena to school then you have to start moving," Mum warned me. 

Yea. Okay, so she's right. Do I really want to do this? No. Do I really have to do this? No. Why am I doing this? I don't know. I think I'll just tell Mum-

" Err . . . Linda? " 

Too late now.

" Yeah, okay Mum I'm going . . . " I think?

I pull on my coat and shoes then look outside the living room window where I see Ms Clawner on the phone and Helena next to her looking stiff and angry. Helena's a demanding eleven-year-old with atrocious manners! She's like a diva, dark green eyes and she's got that tell-tale redhead though she insists it's auburn.

They're standing in front of their green garden full of greens and GROSS vegetables.Behind me I can hear Dad fuss, fuss,fussing over Clara-girl and Kick. I think I've skipped over all the times Mum and Dad go up and fuss,fuss,fuss over their pretty ( ugly ) Clara-girl and their 'smart' Kick.

That makes me wonder why I'm doing this, they have enough fuss already. I hear Mum come towards me and-

" I've phoned Ms Clawner, Linda. So . . . err, it's time you go? "

No. No. No.