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Sunday the 8th of July.
After yesterdays goings-on, I was totally up for having a good day, but sadly that wasn’t to be.
“I hate you Lily!”
“I hate you too Pansy, but will you please just put your shoes on.”
“Why should I listen to you?” Pansy yelled from the top of the stairs, where she had been standing for the last quarter of an hour.
“Because I’m eight years older than you, that’s why.” I just couldn’t be bothered with this. She was acting more like she was a toddler than a seven year old and I was fed up with it. Why did she always have to take her anger out on me?
“So,” Pansy said, stomping down the stairs. “I don’t want to!”
“But you’ve said that you’d go, so you’re going and that’s that.”
“No!” Pansy shouted, stamping her foot as she reached the bottom step. Definitely a toddler.
“You have to,” I sighed, holding her shoes out to her.
“I don’t want to!”
“Why?” I pleaded, feeling close to giving up.
“Because Harriet’s going to be there and she’s really bossy,” Pansy replied, sitting down on the stair that she had been standing on.
“Oh poor you,” I said, in mock sympathy.
“I know,” Pansy replied, not picking up on the fact that I didn’t care in the slightest. “I’ve got to spend the whole afternoon with her telling me what to do.”
“What a hard life,” I said, stifling a laugh as Pansy looked up at me. Honestly, it’s hard not to laugh when Pansy’s trying to be sincere.
“It’s so not fair. I have to spend all day at school with her too.”
“Try living with a bossy boots,” I muttered under my breath.
“What?” Pansy asked, raising her ruby eyebrows slightly.
“Nothing,” I replied quickly. I didn’t want to start another argument when I was finally getting Pansy around to the idea of putting her shoes on. “It’s just that we’ve only got two more weeks at school until we break up for the summer holidays. You‘ll have a whole six weeks off from her then.”
“Yeah,” Pansy replied, a small smile breaking out onto her freckled face.
“So are you going?” I asked, hoping for a yes.
“Well, I suppose I did say that I’d go,” Pansy replied, still sounding reluctant as she placed her hands out for her shoes. Victory!
Within five minutes, we were out of the house and making our way down to the high street. The sun was shining brightly and the sea breeze was light.
I reached Margo’s house first. Pansy, still grumbling about how unfair it was that she had to go, was a few steps behind me.
“Please don’t be mean to Harriet,” I sighed, raising my eyebrows at Pansy meaningfully.
She shrugged, a scowl creasing her pale forehead.
“Since when am I ever mean?” she pouted, digging her sandal clad feet into the grass of Margo’s front garden.
Like all the time. I bit my lip to stop myself from snapping back, just as the front door opened.
“Hello Pansy,” a heavy west country accent chimed and I looked up to see Margo’s mum. Her mousy brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun on top of her head and she was wearing a flowery summer dress.
“Come in. Come in.”
I sent Pansy a stern look as she passed me slowly, her bottom lip still sticking out.
“Mum’ll pick you up,” I said, as Margo’s mum moved aside to allow Pansy inside of their brightly wallpapered hallway.
“Whatever,” Pansy mumbled, disappearing into the house.
Margo’s mum raised her eyebrows at Pansy’s tone and I rolled my eyes back.
“Bye Mrs. Stanley,” I smiled, turning on my heel to vacate through the white picket gate.
“Bye Lily,” she sang cheerfully, before I heard the clunk of the wooden door as it closed behind me.
Thank God that was over. At least Pansy had only been slightly brat-ish today. I so couldn’t have put up with one of her mega moods.
“Did she go without a fuss?” Mum asked, as she bustled around the shop, finding flowers to put in a bouquet that she had been preparing.
“Nope,” I said, collecting the unwanted stems that lay all over the counter top. “Since when does Pansy do anything without a fuss?”
Mum laughed, placing the newly collected yellow coronations amongst the flowers that she had already chosen. “I see what you mean.”
I had decided to go and help my Mum and Step Dad out at their florists in the high street. It wasn’t the way that I liked to spend my Sunday afternoons, but as Roxy wasn’t returning my calls there was no point in going over to hers.
“Where’s Paul?” I asked, once I had looked around the shop to find him absent.
“He went out for a smoke,” she replied, sounding annoyed as she swept her fringe out of her eyes with the inside of her right wrist. “He left twenty minutes ago. Honestly, I don’t know what takes him so long to have a cigarette.”
At that exact moment, the shop bell rang and in came Paul, breathing heavily.
I decided that now would be the time for one of my extremely brilliant comments.
“Wow, smoking really is starting to affect your lungs,” I said, as Paul took off his coat.
The only problem was, he didn’t react in the way that I had intended. Instead of laughing so uncontrollably that he got a stitch, he just glared at me - his blue eyes dark. I took this as a sign for me to leave. Be that way then.
When I had just gotten to the foot of the hill that lead to my house, I saw Mr. Peter’s and Ralph standing on the corner by the gift shop, both looking out of breath. Mr. Peter’s looked rather red in the face too. Weird. And even worse, when they saw me looking at them, they both gave me Paul like glares. How nice!
It wasn’t until that evening though, that things got even worse.
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