would get even more ‘likes’ than the Skye-FALL video.
The Day Skye Green Got Stuck In The Loo. Sounds like the title for a really bad film. I can see it now. Boy, will they have fun thinking of things to Tippex on my locker after this.
WHY is this happening to me?
Why
did he have to come round?
Tears well up in me just like they did yesterday in the library. I won’t cry. I ram the heels of my fists into my eye sockets. What if they do come and get me out and I am covered in snot and tears and my face is bright red? I will look even more of a baby than I already do – locking myself in the loo, crying for my mummy to come and get me out.
I slide down to the floor with my back against the door and sit, my knees drawn up to my chest. As I do so, I feel my phone sticking into me. I pull it out of my front pocket and see that Aubrey has messaged me. More than once. I have had my phone on silent while I have been reading, so I didn’t notice the texts come through.
What if she is texting to say how much she hates me?
But why would she bother doing that?
Maybe she is texting to apologize?
Doh! I can’t sit here, locked in the loo, just staring at my phone like this. I may as well read the texts. If the first one is mean, I can just go through and delete the lot without reading the rest.
I hold my breath and open the first one.
Hey, Skye
OK so far, I guess. Although ‘Sorry for being mean yesterday’ might have been a better opener. Still, beggars can’t be choosers, as they say. I read on.
Am SOOOOOOO bored. Shopping with Mum & Cora
I can’t help smiling at this. I can imagine that Aubrey is tearing her hair out shopping with her sister and mum. I can’t think of a worse way to spend a Saturday.
OTHER THAN BEING STUCK IN THE BATHROOM WHILE MY NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOUR CASTS HIS WICKED SPELL ON MY ENTIRE FAMILY.
Another text pings through as I am staring at the screen.
Soz about yesterday. I was being a dweeb. Forgive me? #BFF
I feel a pang of shame that I doubted my friend. My heart goes melty-soft. I don’t know if it’s the word ‘dweeb’, which is one of our favourite words for describing how we feel when we have messed up. Or maybe it’s the cute-face emoticon. Or maybe it’s just that right this minute I could do with my best friend realizing that she has made a huge mistake.
Then I think: It’s all my fault anyway. I pretty much ignored her and avoided her for two days solid at school. Also, I did actually kind of promise to introduce her to Finn . . . and then I didn’t. What sort of a friend am I?
No wonder she blanked me.
I should have paid her more attention. I should have stuck to her like glue.
Another text pings up.
Where R U? Txt me! Need news. Am dying on Planet Shopping Mall.
I giggle at this and decide to text back; something random that does NOT involve anything about the VTs or Finn or us falling out or . . .
A pounding on the door makes me leap up in shock and drop my phone.
‘What?’ I say.
‘Hurry up!’ It’s Harris. ‘I’m desperate.’
‘Go to the downstairs loo,’ I tell him.
‘Can’t – Finn’s in there,’ he replies. Then he adds, ‘He’s so cool! He’s taught me how to whistle through my fingers. Listen!’ He lets forth a whistle which is so ear-piercing I am very pleased that there is a door between us.
‘You can’t be that desperate if you can whistle like that,’ I say.
‘But I am!’ says Harris. ‘In fact, oh no! I think I am even more desperater now.’ I can hear him jumping up and down and picture him crossing his legs. Not a good mental image.
‘OK, look – I think I’m locked in,’ I say, trying to keep my voice sounding calm and grown-up. ‘So go back down, use the loo after Finn, and then ask Mum – WITHOUT Finn hearing – to come and get me out.’
‘Eh?’ says Harris.
‘JUST GO AND GET MUM!’ I say. So much for calm and grown-up.
Before Harris can reply I hear footsteps. Thank goodness. Mum will get me out
The Day Skye Green Got Stuck In The Loo. Sounds like the title for a really bad film. I can see it now. Boy, will they have fun thinking of things to Tippex on my locker after this.
WHY is this happening to me?
Why
did he have to come round?
Tears well up in me just like they did yesterday in the library. I won’t cry. I ram the heels of my fists into my eye sockets. What if they do come and get me out and I am covered in snot and tears and my face is bright red? I will look even more of a baby than I already do – locking myself in the loo, crying for my mummy to come and get me out.
I slide down to the floor with my back against the door and sit, my knees drawn up to my chest. As I do so, I feel my phone sticking into me. I pull it out of my front pocket and see that Aubrey has messaged me. More than once. I have had my phone on silent while I have been reading, so I didn’t notice the texts come through.
What if she is texting to say how much she hates me?
But why would she bother doing that?
Maybe she is texting to apologize?
Doh! I can’t sit here, locked in the loo, just staring at my phone like this. I may as well read the texts. If the first one is mean, I can just go through and delete the lot without reading the rest.
I hold my breath and open the first one.
Hey, Skye
OK so far, I guess. Although ‘Sorry for being mean yesterday’ might have been a better opener. Still, beggars can’t be choosers, as they say. I read on.
Am SOOOOOOO bored. Shopping with Mum & Cora
I can’t help smiling at this. I can imagine that Aubrey is tearing her hair out shopping with her sister and mum. I can’t think of a worse way to spend a Saturday.
OTHER THAN BEING STUCK IN THE BATHROOM WHILE MY NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOUR CASTS HIS WICKED SPELL ON MY ENTIRE FAMILY.
Another text pings through as I am staring at the screen.
Soz about yesterday. I was being a dweeb. Forgive me? #BFF
I feel a pang of shame that I doubted my friend. My heart goes melty-soft. I don’t know if it’s the word ‘dweeb’, which is one of our favourite words for describing how we feel when we have messed up. Or maybe it’s the cute-face emoticon. Or maybe it’s just that right this minute I could do with my best friend realizing that she has made a huge mistake.
Then I think: It’s all my fault anyway. I pretty much ignored her and avoided her for two days solid at school. Also, I did actually kind of promise to introduce her to Finn . . . and then I didn’t. What sort of a friend am I?
No wonder she blanked me.
I should have paid her more attention. I should have stuck to her like glue.
Another text pings up.
Where R U? Txt me! Need news. Am dying on Planet Shopping Mall.
I giggle at this and decide to text back; something random that does NOT involve anything about the VTs or Finn or us falling out or . . .
A pounding on the door makes me leap up in shock and drop my phone.
‘What?’ I say.
‘Hurry up!’ It’s Harris. ‘I’m desperate.’
‘Go to the downstairs loo,’ I tell him.
‘Can’t – Finn’s in there,’ he replies. Then he adds, ‘He’s so cool! He’s taught me how to whistle through my fingers. Listen!’ He lets forth a whistle which is so ear-piercing I am very pleased that there is a door between us.
‘You can’t be that desperate if you can whistle like that,’ I say.
‘But I am!’ says Harris. ‘In fact, oh no! I think I am even more desperater now.’ I can hear him jumping up and down and picture him crossing his legs. Not a good mental image.
‘OK, look – I think I’m locked in,’ I say, trying to keep my voice sounding calm and grown-up. ‘So go back down, use the loo after Finn, and then ask Mum – WITHOUT Finn hearing – to come and get me out.’
‘Eh?’ says Harris.
‘JUST GO AND GET MUM!’ I say. So much for calm and grown-up.
Before Harris can reply I hear footsteps. Thank goodness. Mum will get me out
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