ast month, I visited Grandma, she had changed, but today she had her hair purple. She was dressed with ripped shorts that smelt as if they had been worn for 2 weeks! She had punky earrings and made her hair a shape of a mohark! I was shocked! Instead of pearl necklaces, she had huge dangly; big chains around her neck and chains were hanging from her long scummy ripped shorts.

Why were so many things changing about my Grandma.I was horrified!
Grandma asked "Would you like to come in the kitchen and have a drink?" so I screamed "Yes!"

I ran into the kitchen and said "could I?"-then something broke me off. As I slowed down I realized that she hadn't set the table with tea and biscuits, she had set the table with coca-cola and some very unhealthy salty crisps!
"G-grandma I would rather have tea and biscuits "I told her.
"Oh Georgia, I've changed, I'm a cool Grandma now! Ha ha!"
"Oh-okay Grandma" I thought, as if she was NUTS.

A mowhark died purple, chains all over her worn ripped shorts. Wow, I thought, cool was nowhere near as close to a word I would describe Grandma!

The next morning, I was up extremely early. I had a plan, but I don't think it was going to work, because nothing would stop Grandma from being a punk! I got out of bed and slid open the door, tip-toed quietly across the bare carpet and opened the door. As the door creaked, it made a shiver go over me as if Grandma might wake up. I silently took the covers off her and AAARRR! POOV! Urrr..Phew.

Even though Grandma woke up, she was wearing red eye goggles! "Phew!" I thought as I wiped my hand across my head that was close! As I walked out of the door, I realized, Grandma was wearing a long t-shirt and short underwear! OOOWW! I groaned as I was disgusted about what I had just seen; she's wearing underwear instead of a nightie! She wasn't even wearing a hair net.

I quickly jumped back into bed and went to sleep for 3 hours. All of a sudden, I woke up to find her cat Rosie curled up on my bed. At least Rosie hadn't changed! Then Grandma called us down for breakfast and I thought "OH NO" I wailed "what is breakfast going to be like?" I went downstairs in a normal giving up mood and felt, how on earth am I going to live like this? When I walked downstairs, I found Mum, Dad and Grandma all sitting there. I didn't know what to do, so I said "Emm..er..ermm.. w-wh-at's go-ing o-on? "No-ing reel-i" my grandma said.

"Uh Oh!" Now Grandma's speaking in a lazy way. Usually Grandma was always saying "you should NEVER speak like that, it's terrible!" And what was she doing now? Speaking like that! We wanted to know if you would like to go out for a walk. "Ya ok that would be fine!" As we got ready and got outside, Grandma ran to catch us up "Oh hi, let's go round the block OK?" "Ok" we said.

Grandma ran on ahead and followed us; more likely we had to follow her. We didn't know where she was going until we knew she was heading towards the handbag shop. "Oh great, what is she going to buy now?" I grunted. "I bet she's going to buy a 'punky' handbag". So when we got into the shop, Grandma strolled around and then she found one she loved (but I hated it!) It was black and very mini. Just as small as to fit a phone in, but Grandma didn't care. She liked all the chains on it, I guessed. I thought how weird Grandma was going to look, all hunched up in that tiny coat, ripped shorts and the 'new' handbag.

As we got home, Grandma unpacked the bag and leant it against her bed. When will all this stop? I asked myself, but I knew the answer...NEVER!!.. Sob..sob..Oh why does this have to happen? I don't know why I know I'm going to have the weirdest Grandma on this planet! But, wait, what was this? Why was my Grandma getting all of her punky stuff off? I turned away from the door and decided to look when she was all finished. After a minute, I saw that Grandma was all the same again, Grandma didn't have punky stuff anymore. I opened the door and Grandma turned around. "Oh hello, Georgeeah! Ooerr, hoo.ww are you?" "Oh, hello Grandma, I'm fine".

"Georgia, really I . I ... know I've been acting like a complete ratbag, but I am not really what you think I was. I'm still your Grandma. Maybe I did change a little bit or I changed a huge bit, but whoever I was/am, I'm still your Grandma."

"But..but..Why were you being a ratbag?"

"Well I just did it because I wondered what it would be like or what feedback and what respect I would get if I had changed".

"Well, now could you stop being a ratbag please? Because I hate it when you're like that". "Ok, fine"

So as I was shocked and proud of what we had just said, I remembered the handbag Grandma had bought so I turned quickly around and shouted "Grandma, what are you going to do with that handbag?"

"Georgia, don't shout! I'm not going to keep this handbag; I'm going to give it back to the shop."

"Ok, Grandma"

How quite terrible of Grandma, I thought. I'm so glad to have her back!