Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

We hit the supermarket after school and brought every chocolate bar, bags of gummy sweets and tubes of chips that we could possibly get our hands-on. My other friend Jones, who was older than the rest of us, brought a couple of boxes of beer for him and some of the others, whereas the girls and I had requested some mixers so we could make some cocktails.

I'm not the kind of girl who drinks beer.

I had to remind them that it WASN'T a party and that they could have their beer but not go wild. In all fairness, they are normally pretty good with keeping it under control because they knew I would slaughter them if they got me into trouble with my parents.

Walking into the house, the gang dumped the shopping in the kitchen and went to claim their beds. We only had two guest rooms, once they were gone, it was the sofa and floor for the rest. There were often arguments over the sleeping a