#SorryNotSorry

The game was tense! Brands had been stolen left, right and centre, friendships had formed and rivals had been rivaling! The game of Life was near the end with everyone but Mitchell close to finishing their boards.
"Okay guys, if I take one from the board will you promise to be nice to me and not take one of mine?"
Ha! Fool! "I would never! Of course I wouldn't betray my favourite stepsister!" I lied.
Ness, clearly untrusting, gingerly took the piece from the board.
My turn... Yoink! I snatched the brand from Ness's board that I needed!
"But you said!" she sulked..
"Haha! I lied! Sorry not sorry!"
I almost immediately regretted this as I saw genuine hurt in her eyes, flashbacks of my siblings shouting "Julie's spoiling our game!" flooded into my memory.
My mind reeled. Do I give the piece back and sacrifice winning or keep it and forever hold the guilt of cheating her in my heart.
WWMD? (What would Mitch do?)
"I WIN!" I shouted! "In your FACE!" ...I stand by my decision.

"Let's play Pictionary!" Last time you may recall, we played as a team and we won heroically; leaving our opponents weeping like babies! (No offence Ivy!) But now, we would have to split up. I thought I should make it up to Ness by inviting her to be my teammate, after all, being in a team with me already makes you a winner before the game even begins!

Berry, my dad and Mitch looked nervously across the table as we rolled the dice and selected a card from the box. While the sand drained hastily, my hand scribbled wildly across the tiny whiteboard.
"Feet!" shouted Ness.
"Yes!" Our turn again. This time she drew.
"Prison!"
Ten minutes later and we still had control of the dice. Finally, the other team guessed one right and we lost advantage but the points were still in our favour. We only had two more to get until we won.
It was crunch time, me against my dad... Eiffel tower.
3...2...1...go! Slam, the sand began to fall and my pen got to work.
I had just drawn a triangle when...
"Eiffel tower!" YAAAAASSSS!!!
One left!
Ness nervously drew a card from the pile. "Urrg! You'll never get this!"
The timer started and so did she. A stick figure, little horns.
"Devil!" She aggressively nodded but signalled she wasn't finished yet. Second word... the shape of a head emerged onto her board.
"DEVILS ADVOCATE!"
"YYEEES!"
"You cheated, how did you get that?" If you can't be a winner, lose like a champion...it's the Australian way..haha jokes!

Our next game was slightly more competitive, we ditched the game board and played head to head instead. I had Madonna.
Um...I began to draw two pointy boobs.
"Cups? ...um... boobs? ...a bra?...nipples?..." I continued to point aimlessly at the pointy breasts and draw a further three or four sets of them. When that had clearly failed, I drew a picture of Madonna giving Britney a lesbian kiss- to differentiate I gave Madonna wrinkles but it was no use!
"Urrr!! We're losing Ness!" We couldn't let this happen! "Get your head in the game!" I yelled angrily at her!
The evening was taking a frightening turn, first the meringue and now this!
It was neck and neck! The other team were on the brink of winning. Then ...
"Rockstar!"
"NOOOOOOO!" I yelled! They had gone and won! In true English fashion I had become too cocky and fallen from glory faster than I could chant "It's Coming Home!" (Little world cup reference there as we have made it to the semi-final and everyone is acting like we've already bloody won!)
One last game to decide who the true winners are. One final head to head... sweat had congregated on my forehead, my hand shook making the pen rattle anxiously. 3...2...1....draw! One final time, the sand trickled down the little plastic tube... each grain marking precious time lost as I waited for my trusty teammate to guess.
Her words reverberated around the room, "blood, cut.." and then
"Bleed!" Aaaaah! A heavenly light shone down on us, fireworks boomed above, while the crowd went wild, clapping and cheering, and chanting our names in unison. We had done it! Champions again!
"It's coming home! It's coming! ..." Pictionary's coming home doesn't have quite the same ring to it so I'll just leave it there! As usual, we were gracious winners and made sure that we didn't make our opponents feel like even bigger losers than they already were!
Clearly, they had become deflated as they dragged themselves

miserably to bed and slammed their doors in an understandable statement of rage and sadness.

The next day, our last stop was a cake shop in the valley before saying a sad farewell and heading off to visit Linda in Newcastle.