Oh gosh guys I would of told you last night but it was about 110 when I got back. Ok.. I WENT TO SEE JACQUELINE WILSON! It was the best night of my #life! I got to speak to her! She signed my book! I got a photo with her! AAAH!

You watch, you see You are breaking me Tearing me apart Our love isn't an art It's a sign of you That's very true You're always mad And you make me very sad

About Me Seeing as everyone else seems to be doing short bios, I thought I'd join the troop! Maisy Pallister. I don't have a middle name. I was contemplated to be called, Poppy Grace Pallister, Poppy Pallister or Maisy Grace Pallister. But eventually I just ended up with the short Maisy Pallister. On the second October 2001 at precisely 7:33am, I was born to my mum, Helen, and dad, Tim. I shared a strong bond with my grandfather from a very young age as I often spent days before nursery at their house when my mum went to work. However, I don't get to see him much now due to a family fall out. I have a witty grandmother on my dads side, but not a grandfather; he died from cancer. I have an outgoing goth as an auntie, and an apple obsessed uncle on my mums side. I have thousands of cousins. I also have a AMAZING uncle on my dads side who lives in Aussie! I also forgot to mention my beautifully wonderful cat named Mog! My favourite TV show is Miranda. My favourite film is probably grease. In 2004, my little sister, Evie Pallister, was born. She means the world to me. I also live up North Yorkshire, so I have a right Yorkshire accent! :-) My teacher is called Miss Griffin- she is like a sister because she is so nice. I am interested in technology, photography, writing and reading. I am a major bookworm. I also love to play netball and rounders. I want to be a writer when I am older! My best friend is obnoxious- don't even know if she likes me anymore. On the other hand, I have my BRILLIANT, FANTASTIC AND MIRACULOUS friend who lives on Nottingham called Laura. It's @lauraessex! That's bout it then folks!

A Boy Called Charlie Chapter 2 Charlie was woken the next day by the gentle muffles from his sick brother. However, Charlie had woken several times in the tedious night as Will's violent coughing was very loud. Will woke soon after Charlie, clinging onto him. Their mother ambled into the room, a slice of bread and a jug of water in one hand. "Boys, quickly." The boys were greeted by this saying every single morning. Therefore they were quick at this routine. Well, they didn't have to do much, just get off the floor and have a little food. "Bye mother" they chorused. Their mother waved to them until they appeared tiny dots in the distance. Yet again, the brothers didn't say a single word on the way to the factory and its menacing owner. "Ah boys!" cried Mr Briggs, "Great to see you." They nodded and darted towards the huge machinery. Working, the two boys often nearly trapped their poor little fingers in the machine. Unfortunately, one of Mr Briggs' other workers trapped their fingers in the machine, and they fell of resulting in him losing blood very quickly, turning pale and fainting. "BOYS! They are so silly! Why do they have to FAINT?" cried Mr Briggs. The unfortunate boy, name William, lay on the floor, losing more and more blood by the second. Eventually, Mr Briggs gave in and called an ambulance on his expensive telephone. The ambulance took at least ten minutes to come and were horrified by the sight of this boy. They carried him away and placed him in an automobile. A few hours later, Mr Briggs received a call from the hospital, exclaming that unfortunately the poor boy had passed away from loss of blood. Mr Briggs hung up and slammed the phone down. "What are you staring at workers? Get on!"

A Boy Called Charlie Chapter 1 "But, I mean, ahem, Sir, I was just, erm, wondering if, well, I could have a little more?" Charlie Aswin was a short tuft of a boy. His family were exceptionally poor, so poor Charlie and his brother Will had to go to work in vast factories, six days a week. Will was more than poorly. He was extremely ill. Well, what do you expect when your family are living in a tumbledown house with rats scrawling everywhere in the Victorian era? "Nonsense, boy!" cried Mr Briggs, who was Charlie and Wills boss. He supplied them with little quantity of food at their short six minute break a day. Additionally, he was a slyly smug man, with lots of cash and chains worth loads. Charlie and Will pulled a face of pure disappointment. Their boss was a selfish individual, they were as skinny as a twiglet, Will was ill, and their family were poor. "Well don't just stand there boy! Continue with your work!" The two depressed boys spent their days working with dangerous machinery, when they could be learning and being educated at school. The pair of them dreamt of going to school. Imagine, they sometimes thought, if we could learn to read, write and solve tricky arithmetic sums? The day flew by. After their tedious shift was finished, they trotted home, Will practically limping with a sore leg, and coughing as loud as you, reader, could possibly imagine. "Will?'' Charlie questioned. "Yes,' Will replied, coughing violently. "You're coughing blood?!" "Am not!" "Are too! Explain the red stains on your hands then." Will gulped. Nervously, he pulled his hands up so his weak eyes were able to view them. Brought to his attention were two bloody patches on his trembling hands. "Its......paint." "Paint?" "Yes." "We have no paint." "Well, well. Charlie, just stop questioning me!" Charlie, granting Will's wish, walked home (well it was more of a huge piece of material held up by sticks) in complete silence. When they arrived home, they were greeted by the soft mumbles from their father, who had been at work all day, and the quiet "Hello" from their mother, who was crocheting them new jumpers. "You two boys 'ungry?" asked their mother Andrea. Simultaneously, they nodded. For a few moments, Andrea disappeared into the kitchen. Their tired fathers face was hidden by that days copy of the Gazette, which they could only just afford. He carried on reading ; the only movements he made were every now and then when he flicked onto the next page. After, their mother returned with one plate with a single piece of bread and a small jug of water, complemented by two cups. Without hesitation, the boys poured a little water into a cup each and halved the bread evenly. Quickly, they gobbled up their tea. Their parents continued with their to-doings, whilst the boys sat on the hard and creaky wooden floor. Every now and then, when Will coughed vigorously, Andrea went over and patted him on the back. Eventually, the time came and their mother exclaimed they should get some rest. The two of them trotted into another microscopic room and cuddled together in the corner. Charlie heard Will's cough but in a strange way it was relaxing plus comforting therefore Charlie soon fell to sleep.