“But should I really be doing this?” I said to Marley.

We slinked towards Ciara’s bedroom. I slid open the door and I crawled into the dark room. I poked my head over the mountain of pillows. There was a bird’s nest of hair and I was deafened by loud snoring.

Marley jumped onto the bed and collapsed on her legs. 

“Oh no,” I whispered, “this is very bad.” 

I crept out of her room and I thought to myself, “I hope she didn’t hear that?”

Emerging from the dark came my sleepy sister holding a long blue baseball bat.

IZAAC – YEAR 6