Yesterday was 30 years since Sixteen Candles was released. What a freaking awesome movie! If you’ve never seen it your life is not complete.
I thought I’d celebrate by posting an excerpt from chapter 3. How very exciting!!
“Nope, I look exactly the same as I have since summer. Utterly forgettable,” said Molly Ringwald as Magz stuffed a spring roll in her mouth.
“Chinese is so good,” said Jack loading his fork with sweet and sour pork and swinging his legs up onto the coffee table.
“How’s the pork?” Magz asked through a mouth full of spring roll.
“Awesome,” said Jack. “Thanks for dinner.”
“Thank the parentals. Thank Mastercard.”
“Priceless.” Jack slurped on his Pepsi.
“You know, my parents forgot my birthday one year,” said Magz as Molly Ringwald stood downstairs waiting for someone to say Happy Birthday.
“Shut up,” said Jack taking a spring roll off her plate.
“I was twelve. That night they came home at nearly midnight with a cake and presents, pretended they hadn’t forgotten. Like it was all just a joke and it was meant to be a surprise, but it was so obvious. I sat here all night watching the Back to the Future trilogy. Alone. On my birthday. Doc Brown was just about to turn up with the steam train.”
“You were just a kid,” said Jack shaking his head. “But still, there are worse ways to spend a birthday.”
“Oh, I’ve definitely had worse birthdays.”
Vicci Scrunchie 2014 x