Interesting day. Fire bell went off during music. I hadn't heard it for so long I thought it was just an ambulance on the London Road. It was freezing outside and we had to wait out there for ages! What made it worth it, was that some of the year elevens had been in a swimming lesson and had to come out in towels and space blankets. But yeah, there wasn't a fire and it wasn't a drill. Some other year elevens had P.E in the hall and ran into the wall, accidentally smashing the alarm. That's twice the year above us have done stuff like that. Once in year eight, during science, a ball hit the alarm.
Music for Youth Festival thing was good-ish. Had several panic attacks. The most significant one was because the flute part wasn't in the box. So we had no music. But it all turned out good in the end. And afterwards it finished early so I had great fun waiting with a load of my band and choir friends. On the whole, we managed.
Oh, yeah, and after swimming, Rache wanted to brush my hair, so I let her. Though to be honest, it seemed fine to me - but hey, it's good my friends care that I look good for stuff that's important to me. Then Torie came into K (our form room) and wanted to plait my hair. She did it in a French plait and it looked really nice and kept it out of my face. So I must remember to thank her.
Love xx
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