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The Illustrated Mum
Marigold
wanted us to go to meet Star but I talked her out of it. I knew Star would die
if all her new High School friends saw Marigold, especially in her wound-up
state.
“No, don´ t
let´ s hang around Star´ s school. She´ s maybe got netball practice today,
anyway. Let´ s just go home.”
“I don´ t
want to go home. Boring! Let´ s have some fun,” said Marigold. “Let´ s go
shopping, eh? Star´ s been
niggle-naggling me about your clothes, telling me you need T-shirts and jeans
and trainers.” She whipped a shiny plastic card.
I knew
Marigold had no money in the bank to pay a credit card bill.
(118 words)
Good luck!
