The Life of Agnes: Angels, Americans and Agonising Agony

There are three things I love more than anything. 1) Animals 2) My family 3) My freind

In this book you'll find out about the day my best (only) freind came to school for the first time. And about how I found my soul sister in an African American girl from the past. (Who heard Martin Luther Kings speach when she was my age). You can also read about my younger brothers atempts at being a stunt man. (Ouch).

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7. Party invites (Wow!)

When I reached my desk on Monday the first thing I saw was a white piece of paper. “What’s this?” I asked picking it up. “Beats me. It’s on your side of the desk.” Tommy replied. I shrugged, sat down and unfolded the piece of paper.

Dear Agnes

I would like you to come to my birthday party

On: 14th September

At: 17:00 to 22:00/ my house

From Janice Rouse

P.S: Only money and vouchers will be accepted as presents.

My heart skipped a beat. It was a good thing I was sitting down. I’d got a party invite from Janice Rouse. Who’s she? I hear you ask. Well only the (deep breath), prettiest, smartest, luckiest, richest, most popular girl in are year. No the school. And I’d got a party invite from her. It was almost too good to be true. In fact I wondered if it was true. I spotted Janice at her desk the other side of the room. I got up and (casually) walked over to her. She looked up and saw me. “Oh hi Agnes. You got my invite? I hope you can come.” I opened my mouth to speak. But no words came out. Janice is very pretty. Permanently tanned from her regular holidays abroad. She has thick dark hair and pearly white teeth. I quickly shut my mouth. (Covering my own crooked nashers).

Nodded and hurried of. “So” Tommy was looking at me with curiosity. “She really did invite me.” I gasped. Tommy laughed. “You’d better sit down.” He teased. “You look like you’re going to faint. Again.”

 “Oh ha ha ha.” We talked about the party all day. “I wonder what type of party it is?”

“My guess would be not the type with balloons and clowns and party games like musical chairs. We both laughed. “What do you think I should wear?”

“Something cool but comfortable.” I thought about it, then sighed and leaned back. We were sitting on the one bit of the field that didn’t have any goals. Because of this there was nearly no one there. Only a group of five or six year seven boys playing a silly game. “I’ve got nothing.”

“You what?”

“I’ve got nothing to wear.” There was silence for a while then. “Buy something.” I sat up. “What do you mean?” I asked stupidly. “I mean buy a new outfit. Even if it’s just a new top or shirt. I’ll help you. Say tomorrow after school.” I stared at him. “You want to go shopping?” I was amazed. “Son of a lesbian remember.”

“Oh yeah.”  I should have known that had something to do with it. “Ok after school tomorrow meet me in the centre of the shopping centre.”

 

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