Josep Blasco Nebot

THE GROWING PAINS OF ADRIÁN MOLE
My mother and father are always arguing about their )edroom. My father's side of the room is aiways tidy, but my nothcr's side is terrible. I pity my father having to share a room vilh her.
rUESUAY, APRIl, 13TH.
I asked my father why he had married my mother. He :xplained that he met my mother when miniskirts wcre in áshion. ln those days my mother had good legs, whereas most vomen looked terrible in miniskirts. I was shocked and told him hat I loved Pandora becausc she was intelligent and ompassionate. My father just laughed.
ÍVEDNESDAY, APRIL 14TH.
Mitzi's owner carne and asked my mother to keep our dog way from Mitzi. My mother said that our dog lived in a liberal tome and could go where it wanted. Mitzi's owner threatened o report our dog to the pólice. My mother laughed and said. Why don't you take us all down to the pólice station right IOW?"
rHURSDAY, APRIL 15TH.
Woke up at 4 a.m. with toothache. Took six júnior aspirins or the pain. At 5 a.m. I woke my parcnts up and told them that was in agony. My father said, "It's your own fault. You didn't ;o lo your last three denlist's appointments."
At 5.30 a.m. I asked my father to take me to hospital, but he i'ouldn't. It's OK for him; he hasn't got any real tecth. I iromised myself that from now on I would go to the dentisl four ¡mes a year, cven if I wasn't in pain.
At 9 a.m. my mother woke me and told me that she had lade an emergency appointment for me with the dentist. 1 iformed hcr that the pain had stopped and told her to cancel the ppointment.
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FRIDAY, APRIL 16TH.
Woke up at 3 a.m. with terrible toothache. 1 tried to suffer in silence, bul my father musí nave heard me crying becausc he carne and told me to be quiet. He had to work the nexl day and needed his sleep. On the way back to his bedroom, he slipped on onc of my mothcr's magazines lying on ihe floor and she woke up. Then the dog started barking. Once again I got no sleep.
SATURDAY, APRTI. 17TH.
I'm still in bed with toothache. Tve phoned Pandora. She's coming to scc me tomorrow. I told her to bring me a Mars bar. "To make your teeth even better?" she said sarcastically. The dog's still in love with Mitzi. ít isn'teating.
SL'NDAY, APRIL 18TH.
Pandora has just left my bedroom. í'm so frustrated. I can't go on like this. Tve wrilten to Aunt Claras Problem Page about my problem.
Dear Aunt Clara,
I'm a 15-year-old schoolboy. People tell me that I ¡un attractive and mature for my age. I'm the only child of a bad marriage (apart from the dog). My problem is this: I love an older gkl (by three monihs). She's in a social class above me, but she says this doesn't matter to our relationship. Recently I'vc becomc obsessed with sex. I know some real love-making would help my skin and help me to concéntrate on my exams. I've tried all sorts of erotic things, but my girlfriend won't have sex with me. She says we arcn't rcady.
Yours in desperation, Deeply Frustrated

MONDAY, APKII. 19TH.
I'm now minus a front tooth! The stupid dentist took il out instead of repairing it. He even put it in a piece of paper and gave it to me to take home! He told me he had often seen me walking home from school eating a Mars bar, and it would be my own fault if T had no teeth at 30.
T will walk home another way in future.
TUESDAY, APRIL 20TH.
My mother's furious with the dentist. I look like a mass murderer. She's written him a letter insisting that he make a false tooth for free.
School was terrible. Everyone called me names. Even Pandora was a little distant.
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