Monday 5th September
That’s it. I am never going to school again.
I was woken up this morning by Dad doing some brutal curtain opening and entirely unnecessary breathing and existing. He said, ‘Wake up, sweetheart. First day back at school!’
Urgh. He only calls me ‘sweetheart when he wants me to do some hideous job like laying the table or kissing Granny. Then he started his New Term Lecture.
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