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Coraline walked slowly along the path, trying to drag her walk home out as much as she could. It wasn't that she didn't love Adam or want to go home to see her baby sister or see Sarah even, it was just she was fed up of being treated like a child and then like an adult and then like a child again. So, she was going to go home but not get there a minute before she had to. Not when she could drag this walk out all she liked.

It was really, really rubbish being thirteen. No one told you that. They told you about teen romances but they never told you how much they hurt, they told you about all the freedom you had but didn't tell you about the responsibility and they told you about how cool it was to be a teenager but they didn't tell you how much it sucked too. Coraline hated being thirteen. Thirteen might have been just a number but it was a stupid number. She'd rather be old like Bill than spend one more minute being thirteen

"Stupid island," Coraline said kicking a rock, watching as it almost hit a Roman guy. Except it wasn't a Roman guy at all. It was Bill. Wearing a really, really stupid outfit. Coraline paused, looking at him curiously before she began to laugh loudly.

Nah, she'd definitely rather be thirteen than Bill. Bill looked stupid.