The Week... Part 2 After an agonising two and a half hour drive with mum singing terribly too songs she didn't know, we made it to Aunt Mags house. For an old lady who lives on her own she has quite a big house. Four bedrooms and a long thin garden filled with fresh deep green grass and pink and red flowers along the edges. After an awkward greeting with a big sloppy kiss on the cheek, we pulled in our suitcases and went up to our usual rooms. My room is full of all the drawings I did as a child. Mostly of tree's and Fizz from the Tweenies - I had a crush on her as a toddler - I shoved my suitcase in the corner of the room and headed straight out. I had to climb over Jackson as I was going down the stairs. I ran out the door and walked to the town centre. There is a smoothie bar I like to go too right in the centre. After a short walk I made it too the smoothie bar. I think its called Juiced or something obvious like that. I walked in through the main doors and looked up at the options as I was walking towards the till. So clumsy, predictable me collided with a person. "Oh crap!", i cursed as a ruby red smoothie soaks through my shirt and onto my chest. "Oh my god i am so sorry". I looked up from my shirt and standing right in front of me was a gorgeous golden haired teenage girl only slightly shorter than me. I gazed into her apologetic greeny brown eyes and stood up straight. "Um, its-it-t-its fine", I stuttered. "It was my fault don't worry". "No, I got strawberry all over your shirt". She started rubbing my wet shirt with napkin from the table next to us. I put my hand under her chin and gently made her look at me, "It's okay" I slightly whispered while smiling at her. She smiled back and I felt the magnetism. "I'm Chloe." She said with her chin still on my hand. I moved it away and replied "I'm Chris". "Im going to buy you another smoothie" I demanded. "Okay then i will go find us a table", she walked away still smiling at me and almost crashed into a waitress. It made me laugh. I went to the serving desk and ordered to smoothies. I paid, took the smoothies and walked over to the table for two in the shop window where she was sitting. I sat down with the smoothies and handed her a strawberry bliss. "Thankyou" she said, still grinning her face off.

The Week... Part 1 "Mum please I really don't want to visit Aunt Mags this year." I begged "Oh come on Chris it's only one week a year, besides when you get there you can wander around, meet some new friends and you only have to spend the evening with your horrible family." "Your not horrible, just very annoying", I muttered under my breath. "Enough talk, go finnish packing and don't forget your phone charger like last time, I don't want you using mine again like last year it is very inconvenient." Mum blabbed on. So yes I am being put against my will to go visit non-toothed, stamp collecting Great-Aunt Mags. This week drags on so much and it comes by so fast, I'm 16 I should be allowed to stay at home for the week, I could have my friends over to keep me company and I have savings so I can afford food. I don't understand why my Mum doesn't trust me. My mum and I are on our own, well apart from our great-dane Jackson. I got him when I was ten and he is basically my world. My dad left us when I was two so he could move to Switzerland with his girlfriend who he started dating while he was still married to my mum. Since then my mums #life depended on protecting me. She works as a hotel receptionist and I managed to get a part time job as a waiter while I finish my GCSE's. We don't have a big house - but it is big enough for the three of us. "Meet you in the car Chris!", Mum yelled. "One minute!", I shouted back. I grabbed my hoodie and ran down the stairs, jumped the last four like always and ran out and shut the door behind me. I hopped into the passenger seat and turned the radio up. I turned around to see my monster dog taking up all three back seats and chewing on a phone shaped dog toy. Mum was singing along to 'I Knew You Were Trouble' by Taylor Swift and I was staring out the window with my dark wayfarer sunglasses on. Trying to come up with some benefits of visiting Aunt Mags. All i could come up with was her boxes and boxes of Coca Cola. It explains why she has no teeth.

Imagination I run around the willow tree, Where my little brother sings with me, We like to sing about the field, Where stands a soldier with a shiny shield, We like to push our imaginations further, And pretend the knight is king arthur, His shiny shield reflects the sun, Which shines on a cowboy who pulls out a gun, He points the gun a king Arthur's face, But my brother runs at him with a can of mace, The cowboy screams and falls to the ground, Then we run home to feel safe and sound. If you get into it, your imagination can take you to a whole new world.