Chapter 1

Shaun stepped into the spotlight. His fans went wild. Thousands of teenagers screamed and shouted his name. This was it, he thought. The moment had finally arrived. Fame and fortune were now his. He held the microphone up to his lips. The crowd went insane.

                But there was a problem. And the problem was Shaun Stoker's sister was banging on the bathroom door. His fans would have to wait. The Concert would have to be delayed.

                'What are you doing in there?'

                Shaun opened the bathroom door. He emerged from the swirling mist. In his hand, he held his mother's hairbrush. 'What do you want, Shrimp?'

                His sister stood before him, cross-legged, her hands thrust into her crotch. 'I need a wee!' said Sally. She tried to get past him.

                Shaun dodged from side to side, blocking her from entering the bathroom. 'Well, why didn't you say so?'

                'Mum!'

                'Shaun, let your sister use the toilet,' said his mother.

                'But it's Friday night and I'm getting ready to go out. I've got to meet the lads soon.'

                Shaun's mother pushed past him with the laundry basket. 'It doesn't matter what night of the week it is. You're always going out drinking. You're just like your father.'

                'At least I don't come home pissed and hit you!'

                Mrs Stoker said nothing and went downstairs.

                'You can be a right tit sometimes, Shaun,' said Sally. She ducked under his arm.

                'What?' said Shaun. But it was too late. Sally shut the bathroom door and locked it. As usual, his younger sister had got the better of him.