I've decided to continue anyway, I've started to enjoy writing again so it's a nice way for me to relieve stress. :)

If you do happen to read this, I hope you enjoy and once again, sorry for any spelling and punctuation errors.

Note: I do not own The Illustrated Mum, Star, Marigold, Dolphin, Mickey, Steve, The Rainbow Tattoo Studio or anything else from the book. All credit goes to Jacqueline Wilson.

"Oh Marigold." I sighed, comforting her, my arms around her as we sat on the sofa together. She wasn't crying like she used to, great big sobs, mouth wide open, erratic breathing. She was sat down, quiet but tears rolling down her cheeks. I couldn't bare it.

"She hates me Dol. Star just doesn't get on with me." She whimpered, looking downtrodden. "She's right about everything, it's my fault. If I hadn't of been the way I was, then she wouldn't feel this way and rebel against me. But it's my influence." She wailed.

"No." I said firmly, really disliking Star for making Marigold be this way. "It's not your fault and you didn't influence her. It's Stars decision to act like that and she knows it." Or at least, she used to when we were younger. She always made out that she was going to be sensible and didn't want to turn out like Marigold at all.

Marigold sniffed and wiped her tears away, a small smile appearing on her face as she looked at me. "Oh Dol, you're right. It's her decision, it's not like I made her choose to do this." She looked a lot happier, like a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. After that, Marigold cheered up, being her usual happy self again, and we enjoyed each other's company.

We had a great time. First, Marigold put on her Emerald City CDs and we danced around the flat. Then I grabbed a hairbrush and mimed into it, Marigold joined in grabbing her own hairbrush. After that, we dressed up in her clothes, making ourselves look glamorous. I even wore some make-up, dark purple lipstick and black eye shadow. I liked it. We took some pictures and danced around again, really feeling the part.

After a while, we heard a bang and both jumped up, turning off the music and staring towards the door. Star had come back, we realised it was around midnight. Marigold and I must have lost track of time. Star wobbled on her heels.

"You two are so embarrassing! Look at the state of you both!" Starslurred? I looked at her, shocked. She was drunk! Marigold knew it too.

"Star!" she said, surprised, slightly angry. "You've been drinking!"

"No I haven't." Star giggled stupidly.

"I can smell it on you." Marigold knew this; she had been through it so many times to not notice. Marigold frowned, walking up to Star and taking her by the shoulders. "Oh Star why would you get so drunk? It's so unlike you sweetie."

I thought about something. "Where did you get alcohol from?" I asked, and Marigold looked back at Star, raising her eyebrows as if to say, Well?

Star frowned. "It's none of your business! I can do what I want. I looked after both of you I can certainly look after myself." She said harshly, marching into our room, slamming the door. I hated this. I looked down at the floor, not talking.

Marigold broke the silence. "Oh well, it's her own fault. She's the one who has to go to school with a hangover." She stated. She put her hand on my shoulder. "How about you sleep in my bed with me tonight?" she said gently. It's like she knew I didn't want to face Star alone.

So we washed off all our vivid make-up and I felt like plain old Dolphin again, not a rock star. It didn't matter so much when we'd both put on our pyjamas and snuggled into Marigolds large, cosy bed, duvet encasing us. I fell asleep very easily, comforted by Marigold and her lovely, musty scent.