Midnight between 18th and 19th July.
Remind me to never move again, all my muscles hurt. (Perhaps if I feign a flu I can get out of this nightmare?). The End.
20th July.
I thought Granny's place was eternal suffering. Boy, did I get that wrong. After completing my second day in Hell, I can fairly say that animals are horrible.
(It's horrible to muck out from their stalls. It's horrible to measure out the amount they eat. It's the season of Let's Brand The New Sheep, and guess what, that's horrible as well.)
Daisy was horrible to me. "You'd do much better if you just lost the attitude," she mocked me. "You can't seriously think this is so bad. Try something else beside your city life."
Well what if I DON'T WANT TO? I want London and the car fumes and shopping with you, Hannah. Remember how much fun we had giggling at the Daisies in our class this last year. I really don't miss school, but honestly, I can't wait to come home already.
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Roman pour AdolescentsThirteen-year-old spoiled Emma finds the wake-up call she needs when she spends her summer holidays in a "sleepy small town", away from all she's ever known, with the sole company of her grandma and a few sheep. Through a journal, she documents her...
