Page 55 - Harry The Hero

Without turning to look at him, she

spoke in a soggy voice, “I’m not
allowed to see my friends and I
haven’t seen my grandparents in

two whole years! (Well, it’s been
two weeks, but it feels like years)

It’s sooo boring, it’s not fair! No one
will play with me. Everyone is acting

weird. Why do mum and dad keep
pretending they like exercising? And

that they don’t even know what a
split diagraph is?!”

Harry remembered the letter from

the Queen, and how he had felt
earlier in the day.

“I’m sorry, what I meant to say was,

if you dig the grass, it will make the
garden messy and you’ll probably

get told off by a grown up.”

Harry thought back to when he
heard his Dad on the phone to
Uncle Terry, boasting about the

new beer ‘n’ barbeque shack and
the Wembley stripes he was making

in the garden. “Maybe we could
play ball together instead?”