• "Geraldine, Jasper, I have some important news." I said in a fancy voice. Grimmy and Jazz grinned at me, and pretended not to listen. "We.." I paused for tension, my nose in the air while I imitated a plummy announcement lady, "..Are going to Americaaaa! Wooo!" I jumped off the chair I had been standing on, onto the bean bag Jazz had been sitting on. I say had because when I jumped on him, he probably died and became a diffo entity, hehe. He made alot of groany, fake-dying sounds.
    "Don't go into the light, Jazzy-Spaz!" Grimmy yelled into his ear, getting her long hair in his eyes, and I pretended to pump his heart - which subsequented in more real-sounding groans. Me and Grimmy laughed evilly.
    "My eeebiiil laugh is more eeebiiil Ali-chii!" Grimmy said, jumping on Jazzy again, and I pulled at her ankles.
    "Nu-uh, mine is so eeebiiil, you don't even know how ebil! Buahahaha!"
    Then Grimmy and did crescendos of ebil-laffs, while Jasper slowly came back to life. He sat up, rubbing his chest.
    "Ow.. what's that ..ow.. about America?" he said, groaning dramatically in the middle of his sentence. Jazzy had bleached hair, emo-style over his face, very tall, lean and silly - like we all are hehe. I passed him the letter.
    "My mum say's that she's gonna be out there a long while longer, so's we can come up and keep her company." I said, looking at him upside-downy as I flopped on the bean-bag.
    "Fair enough - why's she invited us, we're not her kids?" Grimmy said, and Jasper's face echoed her words. I grinned, jumping the right way up to look at them.
    "Firstly, because my mum thought she'd give your parents a break, second because she know's I'd pack you in my suitcase anyway, and lastly because she will be overwhelmed by crazy if there's no-one to distract me from her." I grinned, crossing my eyes and making them laugh. "Okay, scoot, kiddies, and ask your parents while I decide whether one pair of straighteners is enough. Maybe I should take two.." I wondered for abit, holding straighteners in my hand and looking longingly at my third pair of straighteners. "What d'you guys think?.." I turned round, and found no-one - proabably one of those after-image'y things though, like your get in cartoons, 'cause when I try to pack, they run for cover. I grinned - mah plan worked!
    "Call me if you can come!!" I yelled out my window to the air ripples on the pavement, and heard a couple of faint 'Kay!'s. I grinned and punched the air, picking up my straighteners again.. Two pairs? Three?