Tricky Decisions

Jazz's weary body stirred from the make-shift bed in her uncle's tumble down art studio. She was going to meet her Alex in the meadow. Grabbing her tattered jeans - boyfriend jeans and threadbare sweater, she trudged out of the door. To her great amazement, waving crowds behind barriers and flashing cameras met her gaze. ' So what decisions will you make as prime minister?' Microphones were thrust at her gaping mouth.

' Uh, free everything,' Jazz's mind rattled and stomach fluttered, since when was she - an ordinary 13 year old girl prime minister? Was it her place to be making all these decisions?