This is my idea of a sequel to Jaqueline Wilson's book Cookie.

" Beauty, darling, wake up, wake up!" said Mum from the dining room. I had just woken up from a deep sleep, dreaming about me baking cookies and chocolate cake. I walked down the stairs, pondering on why Mum was in such a hurry to wake me up. Did Dad come back? No, he was long gone, and I hated him anyway. I couldn't think of any other ideas of her excitement. I just needed a mug of hot chocolate and a chocolate pancake to wake me up. " Mum, can I have some hot chocolate?" I asked.  I sat down in the living room, on my velvet couch, and switched on the TV. I looked at my favourite channel time list, { it was on the I-pad that was attached to my couch, lucky me.} and I set it to 'Time Now Channels' list. The first programme on the list was 'Junior Bake Off', my favourite channel. So I put CBBC on my TV and started to watch. Then I had a light bulb moment. What if I went on Junior Bake Off! The episode I was watching was just a preview on the baker who had won it last year. I could do it this year! I would send them a letter today, and they would let me join! I went to tell Mum. " Mum! I can enter Junior Bake Off! You teach me everything! Come on, let's BAKE!" Mum looked at me, her face full of excitement. " Yes! Finally, somebody puts some EXICITEMENT in this small family of TWO!" Mum swung me up and down and gave a little twirl. She then stopped and handed me a mug of hot chocolate. The she handed me a plate of chocolate pancakes, with extra whipped cream and double my portion of chocolate chunks and chocolate sauce. " Wow , this is a deluxe version of chocolate pancakes. Thanks Mum!" I smiled and sat down at the table, my hot chocolate steaming. I chomped happily, and gulped my hot chocolate cheerily. Mum brought piece of paper out for me to start writing the letter to the Junior Bake Off company. I put pen to paper and started writing. I wrote, ' Dear Allegra and Nadiya, Please may you put me in for a slot in Junior Bake Off? I really want you to see my skills in baking. My name is Beauty, and I...

I continued my letter until it was time for lunch. Mum had called me a dozen times, but she wasn't cross. I ate my lunch, [ it was Marmite sandwiches, my favourite.] and then asked Mum if I could walk to the post office. " Of course, poppet, don't be long!" she sang after me. I posted my letter in the mail box, and bought a Twix with my spare 50p. I skipped back home, pondering if I would get a reply or not. I chomped on my Twix, the caramel oozing out of it's contents. I did my homework while I waited for tea. My homework was to write a story about what we would like to do in our future, but add a bit of magic to make it an interesting story. I wrote that I would like to be a baker, with my own bakery that sold any dessert you could name. For the magic part, I wrote that some fairies that were called Brownies [ they are actual fairies, you know.] had stolen all my cream [they do that, you know] so I couldn't make my puddings creamier or add a bit of cream to lighten up a chocolate cake or something heavy. I was so absorbed in my story, that I actually had to be carried down the stairs by my Mum so I could eat my tea. Tea was lasagne and a little pot of macaroni cheese. After tea, I read my Harry Potter book. I was worried about my letter. What if it had already got lost in the post? What if someone ripped up my letter as they thought it might have been a fake? What if I'd missed the slot, and accidentally tossed it onto the damp ground instead? These questions were swirling around in my head, shouting at me. I felt very faint. I collapsed on my bed and drifted off to sleep. Would my letter come?