My Story The shrill scream of my alarm woke me up far to early. I wanted to just roll over in my bed and ignore it, but I knew I couldn't. I had to be in school pretty soon. To be honest I wasn't actually that tired, in fact, I felt unusually good - I'm not a morning person. I was washed and in my school uniform in no more than fifteen minutes and downstairs, preparing my porridge in another five. I knew this was going to be a good day! My mum was downstairs and shoving me out of the door barely ten minutes later. It was while we were sitting in the car, waiting for the engine to warm up that my #life fell apart at eleven years old. My mum had a phone call, once she had hung up, I asked her what it was about because she'd gone pale. She said it was nothing, 'just a horrible joke.' I asked her what she was talking about, I was getting really confused. 'Dad's dead,' was all she said. I didn't go to school that day.

My Cat, Mango I have a cat called Mango, she's beautiful and small with cute big ears and black and white patches. She isn't a very sociable animal, for instance she terrifies my two dogs and often tries to frighten my other cat Pepper, she also likes to bring "presents" home. Yesterday I found a dead mouse in my kitchen and discovered a cache of dead birds in the hedge. I love her but she avoids me and if she looks at me it is either scathingly or with condescension. My mum calls her the assassin but I like to think of her more like a cat with anger issues.

Doubt I like him, I think. Does he like me, probably not.

Boom The door shuts. Boom! The feet stomp. Boom! The lights flare. Boom! She sees who is there. The eyes swerve. Avoiding the face. Shoulders hunch. Not taking up space. Anger dissipates. Guilt takes its place. Eyes glisten. Tears fall. She curls. Becoming a ball.

Superman Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it's Superman! No, it's a brick you idiot, get out of the way.