Party Street,
Dublin,
Ireland,
5th February.
Dear Mam,
HELP! It is hard living in this house without you. I came home from the hairdressers with a lovely fringe. Dad made some boiled eggs for dinner, which Tim flicked into my hair! So I washed my hair, but when I walked past the mirror I saw that my hair was black! Then out of the corner of my eye I saw that my brother was snickering. Then he saw me angrily looking at him and ran off. Then the lights started flickering and the electricity went. Come home soon!
Your frustrated daughter,
Emily.
Poor Emily, Ruby!
We hope she gets her hair back to it’s original state!
I don’t think that will be happening any time soon!
Ruby, I really liked the way you set this as a letter, that was a good idea and is a bit different, which I really like!
Poor Emily, I wonder where her mother is? I can only imagine what living in a house of boys is like as my house is full of girls!
Keep up the excellent work!
Maith thú!
Ciara (Team 100)
Wicklow
Thanks so much! I know I wrote the story, but I do not know where her mother is either!