Belfast Model School for Girls
December 10th 2015
Theresa had just come back from swimming. Her hair was soaking wet.
She went looking for her hairbrush, but it wasn't there.
Trisha was getting ready to go out to the cinema to see the new Star Wars film. She was feeling excited.
“Trisha!” Theresa shouted. “Will you give me my hair brush back?”
Trisha ignored her, so Theresa went upstairs.
“What?” Trisha spat. “I'm trying to get ready!” She pulled a monkey face in the mirror.
“Did you use my hairbrush?” Theresa said, raising her voice.
“I didn't use it,” Trisha said falsely.
“Are you sure?” Theresa asked suspiciously, walking towards her.
Trisha had finished drying her hair and was starting to straighten it.
“Well, it's missing.” Theresa said with her hands on her hips. She looked over her sister's shoulder to her face in the mirror to see if she was lying.
“But I didn't take it,” Trisha said.
“Then where did it go?” Theresa said. “It doesn't just disappear. You tell me the truth.
If I look in your room, it won't be there?” She pulled the straighteners out of the wall by the plug.
Trish turned around and narrowed her eyes at her younger sister.
“You'll not be going into my room, you wee eugh!” she snapped.
“MUUUUM!” Trisha bellowed. The two girls heard loud footsteps coming up the stairs.
They looked at each other.
“You're in trouble now!” they said at the same time...
