Blast from the Past - coming tomorrow
Added 2018-04-13 13:00:59 +0000 UTCTomorrow, I'm going to release the first 'blast from the past', where I look back at a classic Sebtomato tale.
Here's an excerpt - see if you can tell which story it is :)
Thomas sits down on the bed with a sigh and takes off his shoes. 'So how old does primary four make her?' he says to Anna. 'Seven?'
'No way!' I cry, then say softly, 'I'm nine.'
I hate the way Thomas doesn't speak to me directly. He always talks about me like I'm a baby and can't answer for myself. And I don't believe he thinks I'm seven, no way I look like that little. I bet he just said that to be horrible.
'Nine, right,' Thomas says, 'big difference,' and he rolls his eyes.
I feel my face get hot and I want to shout at him or maybe cry but I don't want Anna to think I'm a brat.
When I was really little, 5 or 6, if I acted out, Anna would call me a brat, and I don't want her to think I'm like that at all. If I behave and do everything I'm told and don't whine, then Anna can see what a good girl I am and she won't want to go back to London.
Of course Thomas will go by himself but Anna won't be sad 'cause she'll have me and things will be like there were before.
