I’m ho-ooome!

So I stand there on the front door step with Hannah beside me. I ring the doorbell once, and then try to look through the letterbox. No sign of anyone. My dad said he’d be home at 11 and would stay up to let me in, but here I was at twenty to 1 and no-one coming to open the door. I cursed myself for not taking my key. Eventually my mother came to the door in her dressing gown. I was home before my dad. That really is a worrying sign.

The party…well it was good, but to be honest it was hard to enjoy it properly when we were stone cold sober. It was funny though, and I had a nice time dressing up and stuff.

I’m kinda hungry now. I might go have some cold toast.

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