Lacey Turquoise in: The Ultimate Discovery and LIE!
Extract:
I thought that when you turn sixteen, you were officially classed as an adult. (Well young adult as my Nan and those career advisors tell me at school) and well technically in government eyes you are, because all of a sudden you start being charged adult fares on buses, cinema and all sorts.
If I wanted to fly to America for a weekend with mum and dad im sure im no longer classed as child. So why do I still not feel any older? I’ve been 16 for ages now and seriously im not even going to be it anymore. By next week, I’ll be turning 17!
Mum says I’ve just gotten too comfortable with being treated like a kid and I need to grow up a bit. I actually thought this was insensitive as I was trying to relate with her but she did see it and just blew it back at me.
I’ve been trying to do a lot of growing up recently and trying to settle into my last few days of being sixteen, why I finding it so hard I don’t know. At school is even worst as I keep embarrassing my self by knocking things over and tripping up.
I’ve been keeping a sort of diary/checklist of all the childish and dumb things I’ve done (accidental of course) over the last weeks:
Taken a sip of Mr Corals ribena when he left the class, because I was dead thirsty and felt I was gonna die if I didn’t. (I mean there was no way was he was gonna let me out of class to have a drink, let alone to go to the bathroom.
Then there was when I open the maths classroom door, only to have Jinni Mc’holls standing behind it. She said she nearly had her face flatten against the wall as I totally squashed her to it, she vowed to get revenge luckily she didn’t.
And lastly was when Mrs Marty asked me to handout the task sheets at the end of the day for homework. It started out well I was working the class with Gemma Dale (Another girl Mrs Marty asked to help me, although I could have done it myself).
Then all of a sudden Jemima Read stuck out her foot in front of me, which of course I had to over dramatise and make myself go flying across the room. And instead of grabbing a table to steady myself my hand got caught in Mrs Marty’s hair and sent her to the floor as well.
Luckily Mr Coral was going by and jumped in just in time to separate us. Mrs Marty was so cross she banned me from the trip to Thorpe Park.
