Sid limped through the door into the light. Here his black eye looked even more swollen and I noticed his lip was bleeding. Despite all this a grin spread across his face.

'Guess what?'

'What?' I asked

'We won. Against everyone. Turns out one of the Blob street kids told one of their friends who told their friend who told their friends that we were having a fight. They all arrived in the park and we took them all on. You should have been there!'

'Umm,' I said, more concentrated in what I was trying to find in the first aid box.

'Yeah, it was great. I got this,' he indicated to his bleeding lip 'when some gang who I had no idea who they were, knocked me over and stamped on my face. It hurt a bit but it was all good fun.'

Or not as the case may be.

'How did you get the black eye,' I asked handing him a flannel to clear away the blood.

'Oh, that was Smiffy. He got a bit over enthusiastic and just beat up everyone.'

'Oh, right,' Perhaps the Beano has a point about Smiffy's stupidness

'And I got off lightly today. Danny got beaten up most – 'cos he's the leader and all. I wonder what his mum said when she saw him.'

'But more importantly, what is our Mum going to say. His Mum is like his slave – he probably told her not to worry and just get him his dinner. Our Mum on the other hand is stressed and tired and doesn't need anymore to worry about.'

Sid looked down and frowned

'What are we going to do then,' he asked suddenly concerned.

'I don't know,' I said

'I could always pretend I tripped,'

'You could I guess. She knows you're clumsy,'

'Hey, I'm not clumsy.' Sid pouted.

'Sure you're not,' I grinned 'Go and get changed or something. You're all messy and Mum knows you don't get that messy from school.'

Sid sighed and went into his room. Not before almost walking into a wall that is.

'And you say you're not clumsy!'

'I am NOT clumsy!' he huffed

'Hey, could you too keep it down. I'm trying to sleep,' Ellie called. She was still awake as usual, being nosy and listening to everyone else's conversations.

'Toots,' Sid called from his bedroom 'Can I copy you're maths. Teach said we had to finish off the questions or we'll get 2 hours detention – how unfair is that.'

'Very,' I replied, fishing through my school bag to find my maths book.

I may not be the best at maths but I'm not that bad. Sid always copies me. I don't let anyone else copy me though – except maybe Smiffy sometimes. It's easier than having to explaining how to add numbers together again, trust me. Sid came back looking cleaner but it was all pointless in the end.

Mum didn't get in 'til ten thirty and by that time we were asleep. It's unbelievable how we keep so many things secret from Mum.

This chapters kind of short - sorry:)