Willow Tree Dream Chapter 3 "What is it Mum?" She read aloud from some of the stuff enclosed in the scholarship package. " 'As you know, Willow Tree Performing Arts Academy has always been a mixed school, but this year we have decided to try something new. Delilah Prewett, an old friend of Amelia Lang, our headmistress, passed away two years ago. In her will she left Miss Lang a large, old building, in Somerset, that had been in Delilah's family for a century. ' Over two years we have reconstructed it and now we are ready to split the genders up, with the boys in our original school in London and the girls in our brand new school in Somerset.....' ", Mum stopped and looked at me. " Oh Willow, I'm sorry." I felt the tears pricking my eyes. Me and Aidan are going to the same school. Just at opposite ends of the country.

Willow Tree Dream Chapter 2 Dear Miss Berrywood It is my pleasure to inform you that you have been accepted at Willow Tree Performing Arts School. Enclosed is a scholarship package for a 90% scholarship. There is also an enclosed letter about uniform and other necessary equipment and...... The rest of the letter is a blur of black and red ink. I let out a huge scream of excitement. "What's wrong!" yells mum, from upstairs. "I'm in, I did it!" "What!? And a scholarship?" "Ninety percent!" I scream, getting hysterical. "Oh, sweetheart well done, I'm so proud of you!" Mum treats me to pancakes and melted chocolate and I call my boyfriend Aiden, who also applied. He's more of a music person so he went for the music department while I went for the drama. "How did you do?" I ask him. "Fifty percent scholarship!" he yells down the phone. "Ninety!" I yell back. I'm going to performing arts school, with my boyfriend who's also my best friend. Nothing can burst my bubble not even the sharpest sword in the world. But maybe black ink on paper can as I soon find out when mum looks through the rest of the mail. "Willow you need to see this and I'm sorry."

The Willow Tree Long branches overhanging Swaying in the wind That's how I feel these days Hidden and timid So pretty and beautiful So secretive and shy That's how I feel these days Struggling and with a knot I can't untie I want to be pretty Though not swaying with the wind That would just make me uncomfortable And really quite unhinged I wish I was a willow tree Not a care in the world Apart from during the thunderstorms And with those pesky birds I want to be beautiful And slender, long and slim But how can I When I seem to be so dim 15 Years Later- I look back up at the willow tree And a happiness comes upon me "Mum," I turn around And see my little Rosie So happy and joyful Not a care in the world I think of what I wished for Just before my #life took a turn I started dieting And stopped my normal eating Just looking at food Was an unwanted greeting One day I was brought to hospital When my parents caught me fainting We then all decided That my #life needed repainting Though I felt that my #life wouldn't get better Well that's what it seemed Because one year later I met The man of my dreams We got married And had a wonderful daughter Rosie we called her And now my #life is full of laughter Be careful what you wish for And be smart, please do But for now, my willow tree I bid adieu

Willow Tree Dream Chapter 1 Oh...... Come on. Where IS that postman?! No, you don't need a postman, I tell myself. I've got in. I have to of got in. I need this place. I've applied and auditioned for Willow Tree Performing Arts School. It's perfect for me and I've wanted to go there since I found my love for acting and singing and that I shared my name with the place. It's a boarding school designed for people who dream big. And my dream. To get up on a West-end stage and act and sing my heart out. And if you're really good then you get an automatic place at Willow Tree University. I really want a place. No, scratch that, I really need a place. I need to get out of this dump of a town and live big. But, I can't do it without a scholarship. I'm pretty sure I did well in my audition. I had created a piece about me being a spy for M.I.7. I brought props with me and pretended they were gadgets. It had humour, drama and a little bit of sadness about my 'dad' being killed on a mission, and that he died to save Prince Harry when he was kidnapped. There's a clatter behind me and I whip around to see a bunch of letters under the letter slot. Yep, there was a package with my name on it. A package!!! This got my hopes up. I picked it up, took a deep breath and opened it.

Ice Cream Chocolate Sundae You will need- Chocolate ice cream Vanilla ice cream Whipped cream Chocolate sauce Chocolate buttons, flake (Anything else that's has chocolate to do with it) Get a glass that people usually put ice cream sundaes in. Put in a big scoop of chocolate ice cream. Then a squirt of whipped cream and then some chocolate buttons and some vanilla ice cream. Then a squirt of cream, more buttons and some more chocolate ice cream. This should fill up your glass but if not add more chocolate ice cream. Finish with more whipped cream, the rest of the buttons, some chocolate sauce, anything else that is chocolate and a chocolate flake sticking out. Grab a spoon and enjoy!