I have a creative shopkeeper called Lydia but when I meet her in the street, she is always on the phone. Or maybe she doesn’t like me, all because of the sparkling, blue dress. Inspired by my older sister, I skipped happily to the market with Lydia to buy one. When we arrived, me and Lyds rushed over to the dress stall, where we both had our eye on a bold, blue dress, which was sparkling in the early morning sunshine. I snatched it up and had thrown the coins into the old lady’s lap before Lydia had a chance to ask for it. So that must be why she hates me.