I painted (well I tried to) the colours back on mum's dress. It looked awful! It was splotchy and wet and the colours weren't right. I sighed I would just have to tell the truth. I put the dress in mum's room again and went and sat on my bed trying to plan out what I would say. Then mum came home she was clearly excited she was basically glowing. That nigdht I couldn't stop thinking about the dress. I had a strange dream that I was being yelled at them my eyes fluttered open. "Where is my dress?" it was mum, she was not happy. It took me a few seconds to snap into reality before I realized what was happening. It wasn't a dream after all but it was a perfectly horrible nightmare. "Huh" was all I managed to murmur she glared at me "fine, it's in your cupboard" I said and then I fell back into a deep sleep. The next morning was a disaster I had been grounded from technology, sleepovers and even junk food! All for four weeks! How dreadful, I'm going to be so bored I sighed.