Bridge High Girls: Laughing Inside

Sophie used to have it all- a happy life, fine parents, and everything else. But when a home drama strikes, everything goes downhill. Her friends are still there for her, but will it always be that way? Find out in the first Bridge High Girls novel!


6. Hmmm...

It turned out that Sophie's Dad's flat wasn't like she expected. It was in the centre of the city, above a smelly pizza takeaway shop, where the smell wafted upstairs. It wasn't even a proper flat- a bedsit, more like. The sofa bed, which Sophie's father had bought cheap, had springs popping out and stunk. The TV flickered all the time, and giant lines moved across the screen when you were trying to watch something. There was a portable cooker by the wall, along with a microwave. The table was a pop-up,  one seater, by the window. And the other bedroom was just a curtain that pulled along, and behind it was an old bed with a thin, lemon yellow sheet. 

"Make yourself at home!" Sophie's Dad said chirpily. "Turn the television on- hang on, I'll do it. What do you kids like watching, nowadays?" There were only five channels- one of them speciallising in weird cartoons. "Dinner is cooking- how about good old sausage and mash, eh?" Sophie grinned politely  Sausage and mashed potato was her favourite meal, and her Dad had obviously gone to a lot of trouble. She hung her rucksack on the back of the door and plopped on the sofa bed, hurting her bottom on a spring. She sat on the carpet instead. 

"So," her Dad asked, "How was your day?"

"Hmmm..." Sophie thought, "I've had better. Mum had painted the- well, that's not important, I guess. And then I got detention by laughing at a funny word in French, which Madame Frances said was very rude. Yeah, right. And then Zoey deliberately  tripped me up on my lunch break, which made my knees hurt. Then my mates got paired with all different people in D and T, which sucked, because the task was to make a toy train from wood. Plus I got paired with Shannon Maxwell, who was so bothered about her manicure that I had to do it all by myself," She reached into her sweatshirt pocket and pulled out a small, wooden train complete with wheels. 

"Well," her father began, "I gotta say... all of those splinters must have been worth it. It looks like a great french fry," Sophie giggled. Whenever her Dad said anything bad, it was in a jokey way. She felt much more relaxed with him. "Right, let's get this weekend rolling!" He went to start peeling potatoes, while Sophie took her rucksack and started on her homework. This was going to be the best weekend she'd had for a long time- she knew it. 

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