Keeping Up With Juliette

I can't say I particularly like babysitting. For a long time, I grew an extreme fear of children. Their spotty noses and constant need for attention makes them seem like little dependent critters,its almost horrifying! So much so, when I see a child, I scarce realise how I could have been so small. But, if I don't babysit, there's no money which as I'm sure we all know, is exactly what a teenager wants and needs in their life. So I babysit. I watch Ben and Holly's Little Kingdom on repeat or even Pepper Pig. I make the food, clean the bits of spit off the table, take a whole entire our to put two crying twins to bed and by the end of it, I get 20 pounds! Amazing. Not. And by the sounds of it, on this particular night, babysitting was about to get a whole lot worse.  I turned up to Mrs Humphires front porch at 6pm and the usual crying children could be heard from outside. I hear it so often that I have absolutely no clue why I haven't gone deaf already. I wal...

I always thought the school canteen was a menacing place. It was a death trap for budding and hard-working students of the school. The dinner ladies hunched and walked like dead people, everyone who walked in changed from human to zombies and most of all, the food was disgusting and poisonous. The first time I ate the school food was back in year 7.  The soup was a green,lumpy slime of a mixture. The dessert was pale,cold and stodgy apple crumble and worst, was what to drink. The water was brown,stagnant and tasted like beatle juice. If I could, I would not have eaten it but the dinner ladies watched us like scavengers. Those who refused to eat were either left with a dinner lady until they ate all the food or in extreme circumstances, force fed. This was something that I had to endure day in, day out. But it was not until my mum was late picking me up from school that I realised the true extent of powers the canteen had. I don't live in the village so my mum has to drive ...