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baggy tracksuit bottoms and put them on
the reject pile. ‘You know, calling them your grandparents.’
    ‘No prob. I know they’re
ancient. In fact, I call them the Wrinklies.’
    ‘I nicknamed my
step-father The Lodger when he first arrived,’ said Izzie, flopping on the bed
next to Mojo. ‘I couldn’t relate to him any other way, although we get on
better now. But the thought of him sharing a bed with Mum, you know,
eew
…’
    ‘Huh,’ said Lucy. ‘You
think you’ve got problem parents? Mine get the pri/e. Why can’t they be normal
instead of mad hippies? They’re so embarrassing sometimes.’
    ‘My brother’s a
hippie. You know the one who’s abroad. I could introduce him to your mum and
dad when he’s back.’
    ‘Yeah,’ said Lucy.
‘They could have a soya bean party or something and talk about vegan shoes.’
    ‘Vegan shoes?’ I
asked.
    ‘Plastic. No leather.
Dad sells them at the shop.’
    ‘I think your mum and dad
are great,’ said Izzie. ‘I really like them.’
    ‘Well that’s because
you are a
very
strange person,’ said Lucy.
    Izzie retaliated by
throwing a cushion at her.
    Not wanting to be left
out, Nesta grabbed one of my pillows and bashed both of them over the head with
it. ‘Oh,
behave’
she said in her best Mike Myer’s voice.
    Both of them picked up
cushions and began pelting her.
    If you can’t beat
them, join them, I thought as I reached for a second pillow.
    It was hysterical.
Even Mojo joined in, jumping on whoever he could and barking his head off.
    Five minutes later,
Lucy was face down on the floor with Izzie sitting on her back. Izzie was
tickling her under her arms. ‘Repent, repent. Say I am the most fab fabster in
the world, no, the
universe
!
    ‘Never,’ cried Lucy
into the carpet.
    Whilst they battled it
out on the floor, Nesta and I were using my bed as a trampoline.
    ‘I’m Xena, Warrior
Princess,’ cried Nesta as she leapt in the air and whacked me over the head
with a pillow.
    ‘And
I’m
Buffy the Vampire Slayer,’ I yelled as I delivered a nifty whack to her knees.
‘
Die
, you pathetic imbecile.’
    Just at that second,
my bedroom door opened.
    ‘What in
heaven’s
name is that din?’ shouted Dad above the racket. ‘It sounds as if someone’s
being murdered.’
    We all froze on the spot
as if playing a game of statues.
    Dad was definitely in
Scary Dad mode and I prayed he wasn’t going to make a scene.
    ‘Aren’t you a bit old
for this tomfoolery?’ he asked.
    Nesta and I got off
the bed and Lucy and Izzie got up off the floor. We stood in line, looking
sheepish and not knowing what to do next. Lucy was staring at the floor, Izzie
was grinning at my father like an idiot and Nesta was looking at her nails,
trying to pretend that she wasn’t there.
    Then I noticed Lucy’s
shoulders going up and down in silent laughter. This set me off. Then Izzie.
Then-Nesta, as all of us exploded into a fit of laughing.
    Dad looked to the
heavens in exasperation. ‘
Fourteen
, TJ. Isn’t it about time you
started acting like a young woman?’
    I nodded furiously,
but tears were falling down my cheeks.
    ‘I’m going to my club
for a bit
of peace’
said Dad, going out and slamming the door behind
him.
    ‘Oops,’ I said, then
started sniggering. ‘Iz, Lucy, Nesta meet my dad. Oh dear…’
    ‘Sorrysorry,’ said
Nesta. Then she picked up one of my bras from a pile of ironing on the desk and
put it on over her T-shirt.
    ‘Guess we’re going to
have to work on our refined and well behaved bit, huh?’ she said, sticking her
chest out.
    I nodded. ‘Demure and
wotsit,’ I said, picking a pair of knickers from the pile and putting them on
my head.
    ‘And vewee vewee
mature,’ said Lucy in a little girlie voice as she sprang up on my bed and
jumped up as high as she could.
     
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