His grandmother glanced at the clock and said, “No Peter, if you go to bed now you’ll be awake far too early.” his grandmother said as it was barely twenty past eight. “Bed time is nine-thirty.” she informed him.
Peter sighed. He wondered what his friends would say if they found out about this. He wondered what to tell them when they’d inevitably ask where he was over the weekend. “I could tell them I went to my Gran’s.” he figured. “But then they’re going to ask me why I go to my Gran’s every weekend.” he thought. He almost jumped out of his skin when his granny’s mobile phone loudly alerted her to an incoming text.
Peter didn’t even know his grandmother had a mobile phone. She picked it up and read the message. “Oh it’s from your mother.” she said as she typed a reply.