I watched Mum and the stranger in the doorway of Mum's bedroom. It couldn't be happening, it just couldn't. That girl isn't my sister, and I'm not dead!

17th Feb, 1999 Dear Abi, Today, it has been quite a interesting day for me, My sister, Hannah, who hasn't spoken to me since the Cookie Incident, annoyed me. Let me tell you about it:

So who did it then?

My grandfather was a sailor he"d travell the seven seas all his life and come back steeped in stories and bad tattoes,as a kid he was my favourite person in the world,hes been to every corner of the

‘welcome, please note, my face is greeting.’

I let the long yellow light in through my window because the world is getting darker. Yerp, not the chirpiest poem!