Crap day! I missed the bus to school. Mum decided it was time I learnt to get myself up - only she didn't bother to tell me this. I mean, it's not my fault I sleep through the alarm, it should be louder. And normally Mum comes and bangs on my door. So when I finally woke up this morning it was eight o'clock and I had fifteen minutes til the bus went. I dragged on my school uniform, stuffed Mum's toast in my mouth (marmalade - yeuck) and ran for it. I got to the bus stop just in time to see it pull away - Julie and her mates jeering out of the back window.

And as if that wasn't bad enough Mum, in some weird attempt to make it up to me for making me late, insisted on giving me a lift to school. "I'm going into town today anyway, so you might as well let me," she said.

I tried to get her to drop me at the end of the school road, but Mothers have some in-built guidance system on how to cause their offspring the most embarrassment, at least mine does anyway. So she drove me all the way to the main entrance, just in time for the swapover from registration to first period. Everybody saw her! All day I've had to put up with people calling me bogie-head. And its not even my hair that's green!