Man, my head hurts! I took the day off school, right, cos Saturday was my birthday and my mates took me out. They bought cider and made me drink it all night. We went into town and sat out round the back of the church in the middle of town, just behind the High Street, cos there's benches and no one ever goes there, certainly not the plods. Then there was some drink they made called a purple killer - cider, larger, vodka and blackcurrant. It certainly killed me. I hardly remember any of the night at all.

I remember that sometime after midnight they tried to get me on a bus back home. I puked on the bus steps and the driver threw me off. Then I remember that Paul and Zappo carried me, well more like dragged me, between them, back to Paul's house. They threw me in the downstairs bathroom and I slept there on the floor. I woke on Sunday with fur inside my mouth, puke all over the floor in front of me and stuck to my hair, and a head that felt like it was going to explode. Paul's mum freaked when she saw me. It was like, three o'clock before I could do anything. Then she made me clean the bathroom!

I got home around tea time to find that Mum had cooked meatballs in gravy. She waved the saucepan at me as she yelled. I'm sure she did it on purpose, it nearly made me puke again. She went on and on.... "You're only sixteen, you shouldn't be out drinking, your mates should know better, I was expecting you to come home, you didn't even phone...worried sick...phoned hospitals...mobile phone should have been on...get arrested...etc...etc." You get the idea.

Well I never ate the meatballs. I went to bed with a large glass of water and slept it all off. Mum didn't bother waking me this morning. Good job, cos I might have chucked what was left of the water over her. I got up about half an hour ago and pulled the curtains. Still crappy weather for May. And I saw Tom and Sam out in the garden. They were pointing over into our garden and appeared to have a piece of paper in thier hands which looked like some sort of a map. When they saw me looking they quickly put it away and moved over to their flower bed to start weeding. Well I wasn't going to be fooled by that. There's barely any flowers in it, let alone any weeds.

Anyway. Seeing them brought back something from Saturday night. I saw them, right, early on in the night. You know I said we were sat round the back of the church. Well, no one ever uses that church. It's completely wrecked on the inside, only they can't pull it down cos it's a listed building. Well that's where they went. All four of them. I think they thought no one was paying any attention to them, but I noticed. I wasn't that pissed then. That's where they go on their Saturday night family outings. Why? I think it might be a while before Mum lets me into town on a Saturday again but I'm gonna have to find out.