I can’t believe anything. First, Rosie asked me for help, then I got in trouble because of a chicken bone, and now, I’m grounded. I slumped onto my bed and picked up my favourite book. It’s called mischief and mayhem; I’ve read it like 4 times now. I turned the page, and even before I finished it, I heard a knock on the door. The knock had a rhythm that made me immediately know who it was. “Go away, Rosie,” I muttered. “Mum's calling you,” answered her squeaky voice. “Then tell her I’m asleep” I snapped. “But you’re not asleep, and Mum can probably hear you." “The whole world could hear for all I care,” I replied. Rosie laughed and said something about tacos, then ran down the stairs yelling, “Muuuuuuuummm!” I sighed, took a sip of water, and got ready to be told off. My door opened to reveal a mother who was not to be messed with. She pointed a bony finger at the living room and walked there. Casually, I followed. Mum sat on the armchair and ge...