Friendship Fails of Emma Nash. Chloe Seager

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      ‘****,’ said Ms Parker. ‘Good, you’re here.’

      ‘Sorry, I…’ He caught my eye and looked away again quickly. I forgot how dark and round his eyes were. ‘I had to go see Ms Fray.’

      My heart wrenched against my will. Ms Fray teaches him Biology, which he so badly wanted to do well in but was pretty dire at (I know, because I used to help him). He’d probably stayed behind because he was struggling with something. Ughhhh. My heart wrenched again as I remembered that was one of the horrible things I’d accidentally posted about him online.

      ‘That’s OK, sit down. Emma?’

      ‘What? There’s no room!’ I panicked. For some reason it crossed my mind that she was suggesting he sit on my lap.

      ‘Er…did you find anything?’

      **** went and sat down on the other side of Charlie, who fist-bumped him. Are they friends? How is it possible that **** has a friend I don’t know about? Why have I never seen him on his Instagram feed before?! Boys baffle me sometimes. I’m a hundred per cent convinced that girls would never have such non-publicly declared relationships.

      In the middle of this inner-rant, I realized everyone was looking at me.

      ‘Oh right, yeah,’ I stammered. Willie was still howling. ‘If the pain doesn’t stop after you’ve washed it, get some saline solution drops and keep putting them in.’

      Willie looked like he was about to cry. Holly reached over and patted him on the shoulder, like he was just being a massive baby. I stifled a laugh and caught Leon’s eye as he smirked, and we both looked away again.

      This is a bit of a spanner in the works for my not thinking about Leon resolution, to be sure. But I can handle it.

Wednesday, 12 November

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       Stupid Friends

      At break, I sat down with Faith and Steph.

      ‘Guess what I did last night,’ I said.

      ‘What?’

      ‘Went to my first after-school activity.’

      ‘Cool,’ said Faith. ‘The fashion thing? How was it?’

      I paused.

      ‘Faith, I’m not sure you heard me properly. I went to an after-school activity. I stayed at school longer than I was legally obliged.’

      She blinked. ‘Congratulations?’

      ‘What?! Come on! This is big!’

      ‘I stay behind to finish my art projects all the time,’ said Faith.

      ‘I have football practice on Tuesdays and monthly matches on Saturday,’ said Steph.

      I sighed. ‘This is just like becoming a pen-writer all over again,’ I said.

      ‘What?’

      ‘So in primary school, you know how you use pencils, and then graduate to pens?’

      Faith shrugged. ‘Can’t remember.’

      ‘Well in our class it was a really big deal. The first pen-writer, Gail Wandsworth,’ I said her name with venom, ‘was treated like bloody royalty. Her pen was bestowed upon her like a knighthood and everyone clapped. And she was all, I’m Gail, everywhere I go I leave a trail of permanent ink that smells like roses and superiority. Gail… ugh. Then there was Polly Kendrick, and Dan Sharma…’

      ‘Are you going to go through your whole primary school class?’ asked Faith.

      ‘Shh,’ said Steph.‘I want to see the depths of her bitterness.’

      ‘And by the time it got to me, loser Emma Nash, pen-writer number fifteen, NO ONE CARED ANY MORE. Does my achievement mean any less because I got there a bit later? Do my successes not mean anything on their own? Must they constantly be compared to that of my superior friends and peers?’

      ‘You’re right.’ Faith patted me on the shoulder. ‘Well done.’

      ‘I just don’t feel like you mean it.’

      ‘Better show appropriate enthusiasm, Faith,’ said Steph, ‘You don’t want to end up like Gail, buried in a shallow grave with a pen stuck down her throat.’

      Why do I bother?

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      Steph came with me to look at the fashion show sign-up sheet, to see what teams I’m on. I got social media and design like I wanted!! Score!!! Then Steph pointed at a name lower down.

      ‘LEON is doing it?!’ she shouted.

      ‘Yup.’

      ‘Agh, WHAT. WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME.’

      ‘It’s no big deal.’

      ‘It IS a big deal. AGH. That’s so ANNOYING. This was something you were just doing for you. And he has to ruin it with his stupid…annoying…presence!! Ugh, why doesn’t he just cheese off, seriously!!!’

      ‘Cheese off?’

      ‘It felt right in the moment.’

      ‘Don’t worry,’ I said, ‘he won’t ruin it.’

      ‘AGH!!! It’s so UNFAIR.’ She shook her fist at a passing Year 7.

      ‘Steph, really!’ I took hold of her fist. ‘I was a bit shocked and at first I was very…aware of him in the room…but after a while I just got on with it and forgot about him.’

      ‘Really?’ Steph peered at me.

      See. I can’t lie to Steph.

      ‘OK, I didn’t totally forget about him. But I nearly did. I promise. He’s not going to ruin it.’

      ‘He’d better not,’ said Steph. ‘Remember this is something you’re doing for you and ONLY YOU.’

      ‘I’ll remember.’ I nodded. ‘Anyway, he’s doing set with C-Holz, so I’ll barely ever see him.’

      ‘They’re letting Crazy Holly do set?’ Steph exclaimed.‘Isn’t that a health and safety hazard?!’

      ‘Probably.’

      She got distracted then, thankfully. Because I don’t think I was doing a great job of convincing her. But she really needn’t be worried. I’m definitely not thinking about him.

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