Jenny’s jaw hit the floor at her mother’s suggestion. She was speechless. “Even for school?” she asked, visualising the scene as a thoughtful grin crossed her face.

“Well much as I’d like to see him squirm… no, not for school.” her mother replied.

“Pity.” Jenny frowned.

Her mother opened a cupboard and removed a large roll of bin bags. “Well, let’s get started shall we?”

Jenny turned her nose up a little. “I’m not overly keen on moving into his room… it’s dirty and smelly and…”

“Don’t worry Jenny, we can decorate this weekend… plus it’s about time you had a room more your age.” her mother smiled.

 

“Really?” Jenny grinned. She bit her lip as she imagined what her new room would be like, what colour she could paint it and what curtains to have. It was a dream come true for any 15 year old girl who’s eager to be a young woman.