I've bought a big fat purple notebook for writing down all my mega-manic ultra-scary stories in.

But especially for my own story. Of how my foster-mum, Cam, has turned out to be a real meanie.

No designer clothes, when I really need them. A pokey flat, and a horrible new school. No wonder I bunk off. Still, it will have to do until my real mum comes and gets me. And until then, no-one is going to be better at the Dare Game than Tracy Beaker!