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  • We reach the park. Mum starts moaning before we even get a chance to ask her: ‘Enough of swings! I’m tired. Run about, do something!’

    It’s cold, windy. The monkey-bars are icy, and there are too many children on the climbing wall. My baby brother sticks out his lower lip. ‘Don’t wanna!’

    Mum rolls her eyes. ‘What don’t you want? Talk to me! Can’t help if you don’t tell me! When will you learn to express your thoughts instead of just crying and whingeing all the time? Waa, waa! Is that all you guys ever do?’

    She’s off again. No one can say Mum is stuck for words. Press a button, and she goes on forever. I switch her off like the sound on the telly. Only let a few words slip through, just to make sure she isn’t suddenly saying something important. But no, it’s the usual stuff… How could she have given birth to such lazy children? Sports so good for you – unhealthy, stuck indoors all the time – only interested in Wii. Nobody will be our friend if we behave like this.

    She folds her arms and sits, muttering, on the bench. Jake stands stiffly beside her. Face all screwed up and snotty. Refusing to have fun. I shrug and start playing Star Wars. I always play this on my own- no one else is allowed to join in. I’m a clone trooper, fighting enemies with my light sabre. I run around with sound effects.

    Mum hates this game. She says only Jedi knights have light sabres and clone troopers are stupid. But I want to be stupid. Stupid means happy. I want to look like everyone else, be like all the other kids at school. All Mum’s brains, all the books she's read, all her sneering at Mrs. Jones for not knowing about Shakespeare, and still she has to go to hospital every month for those electric things.

    Besides, Jedi knights are boring, like grown-ups: they talk too much, they’re always right, always winning. Light sabres should belong to everybody.
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