I’m twelve years old. I’m starting secondary school next year and I’m a bit nervous about it.
I love my family, but sometimes they embarrass me. And by sometimes, I mean always.
I like Taylor Swift and One Direction.
I would love to get blond highlights but Mum won’t let me till I’m older, so clearly my super-power is not mind control. I sometimes wish it were though. The possibilities would be ENDLESS.
I like reading a lot, especially books where magical things happen. Not super-hero books though. Those annoy me. I really like dogs, especially pugs because they remind me of Pucker and Pucker is AWESOME. He’s looking up at me now with a big sad face on him because I am eating a slice of cake and he wishes he were eating it instead.
My favourite colours are turquoise and purple. I can’t decide between them. Luckily I don’t have to, because they are kind of nice together.
I have big feet for my age, and Mum says that means I am going to be tall. I’m not tall now, though. I’m kind of middle-sized. Bigger than JP, smaller than Mum and Dad.
Also, I can move things with my mind. But I am not going to let it, like, define me. I’d way rather be OK than super.