awkward embarrassing subject for him. It

obviously is for your mum! I'm sorry she got so

cross. I hope she's OK now.

Hey, Sunset, you'll never guess what. I'm

going to be in this crazy end-of-term talent

contest, Bilefield's Got Talent you know, like

the TV show and I'm going to be singing my

very own namesake song, 'Destiny'. I don't want

to boast but my teacher Mr Roberts thinks I'm

very good at singing. I suppose that IS boasting

a bit sorry. Do you like singing?

I know you said you like art and English best

at school (me too). What sort of school do you go

to? I expect it's a really posh private one with

lots of famous pupils. What's it LIKE, being

famous?

Love and lots more thank yous,

Destiny

P.S. I don't have an email address as I don't

have a computer. I love your notepaper with all

the teddies. I have two teddies on my duvet and,

don't tell anyone, but I used to play silly games

with them.

I get my felt tips and doodle all around my name, drawing a little sun on one side and a cloud with raindrops on the other. Then I carefully draw a rainbow arching through my name. I hope she thinks it looks pretty. I wonder if she will write back? I add another P.S.: It would be great if you wrote back to me.

Maybe we could be penfriends?

8.

SUNSET.

Dear Destiny,

I'm so pleased you like the jacket. I knew it would look fantastic on you.

I promise I will try talking to Dad again but he's been in a very bad mood recently for several different reasons and I daren't say anything at all just yet.

It's great that you're going to be in a talent contest. I have never taken part in one, on account of the fact that I have no talent. I am useless at singing. I sound like an old frog croaking.

I suppose my school IS sort of posh. You have to pay lots of money to go there. I would pay lots of money NOT to go there. I hate my school. It is very progressive. That means there aren't any rules and you are encouraged to express yourself. I wish I went to a REGRESSIVE school, with heaps of rules, where no one's allowed to argue back. There are a few famous pupils. Well, they're famous because their mums or dads are famous, like footballers or film stars or rock stars, like our dad. So I suppose that makes me a little bit famous, like you said. It's horrible. I can't ever be just an ordinary girl, I always have to be with the whole family, and people always notice us and come up and say stuff and take pictures with their mobile phones. The proper photographers are worse, always yelling at you to smile, and you have to make sure you're dressed up and look cool. Only I am the exact opposite of cool, worse luck. Sometimes I would give anything not to have a famous dad.

Let's definitely be penfriends that would be absolutely fantastic.

Love from Sunset

One of the reasons Dad is in such a very, very bad mood is he's worried he's not famous any more. Well, he is there's this two-page article in one of the big newspapers. Rose-May fixed up the interview, a proper one. Dad's thrilled and thinks it's gone really well, and he even gets up early on Saturday to read it and then he nearly hits the roof.

We don't know what's going on. Dad's ranting and Mum starts crying, and there are all these telephone calls, and then Rose-May comes rushing round and tries to calm them down.