Suddenly there was a knock on the door. “Can I come in?” Dad’s voice asked.
“Er… yeah.” I said as the door began to open.
Dad popped his head round and said “Your mother’s wondering where you’ve disappeared to.”
“We’re listening to Muse.” I replied.
“Well… I think she wants you to show her your new shoes.” he said. “She’s wondering if they fit.”
“Oh, er.. OK.” I said as I climbed off my bed. All of a sudden I’m feeling shy and sheepish in my opaque tights and short denim shorts.
“Cool T shirt.” Dad said as I exited.
“Thanks.” I said. I turned to my sister and told her I’d be back in a tick. Dad followed me down the stairs. I wonder what he must be thinking. He left Mum too it whilst she told me that my new shoes look nice, asked if like my brown tights and said my T shirt was a good fit. “The sleeves are a bit girlie…” I said, pointing out how the little capped sleeves puff out a but. “…and it’s got one of those hems.” I added, showing her its lettuce edge.
“Is that a bad thing?” Mum asked.
“Well… not really… but I was hoping it’d be a plain girl’s T shirt that I could wear any time.” I replied, adding that I can only really wear it in the house.
“You could wear it with an open shirt and no one would notice.” she suggested. “Anyway, you get back to your records… I just wanted to see if your shoes fit or not.”
“Yeah… thanks Mum.” I said.
