it's a shame it's not my dr who one, i really need to get started on a new paragraph of that! ^^ It's go my characters (friends in other words) in it! Yay! I was seriously depressed when i wrote this, cause i had a sneaky suspicion that not one of my mates actually liked me. Including, like, one of my BESTEST Friends in the entire world.

Ah speaking of that same friend, she did her speech today and she was awwwwwesome! I totally voted for 'er, cause she's so nice! I dunno why i'm telling you people this... erm... yeah, so enjoy!


This is my story. The story of love, of friendship, but most of all of hate and death. Sit back, relax and enjoy the toe curling realism with which this story begins. This is the story of my life, of my world, my pain.

“Now class,” began Mrs Chambers. “Nice bright, sunny morning! Everyone feeling great?” The whole class’s faces were blank. Not one of them smiled, for today was the day of exams.
“No,” Tilly yelled from her huddle in between Rosie and Paige. Mrs Chambers sent her a worryingly docile look and continued to pep talk the rest of the class. The front table, which hosted a wide variety of talents, was deciding whether they wanted to listen, or talk like crazy about some junk that no one else even cared about. It was Catriona’s decision on what they should do, so they all kept their mouths shut, listening with intent. The second table back, Chav table number 2, were wildly discussing some boy that happened to get Amy’s bus, who she found to be extremely “fit” and wondered if she had the guts to ask him out. Next to that table were the nicest of the nice. Helena, Sophie, Jay, Maddy and Vikki. They all pricked their ears up and all of them sat forward in their seats, craning their necks as if what Mrs Chambers had to say was as important as what the Queen said in her Christmas day speech (which is as boring as anything.) The first two back tables consisted of nothing more than rejects. They didn’t fall into a category. They weren’t Chav, Goth, Emo or weird nerd type people. They were just normal, if that could be a word to describe them. Every single one of them was trying to cram one last spec of revision into their brains, before it exploded.

Last table of all. The table were nothing ever happened. Sitting at the back, the only person that could, or tried, to make everyone feel better was Sophie. She was trying to listen, but Lucy, on her other side, was pulling on her blazer and making her look around. Claire was one of the other girls. She’s sweet, sometimes, and nice, but at that moment, she was depressed. Something about some Nick bloke, I don’t know, nothing is making much sense. Then there’s me, Grace. Sitting with my head one my hand making random doodles in my rough book. Many consisted of guns, knives, random pointy objects and cliffs. No one had even noticed that there was something wrong until after the pips had gone. Sophie was the first to notice, I assume, but she kept quiet.
“Hey, Grace, wait, we’ve gotta go to the gym… remember?” I nodded slowly and spun on my heels, walking face down after her. Claire and Lucy had already arrived and were searching for their seats when we approached the hall. Many people, all year 9, were stretched out behind little desks all over the gym. What used to be wooden floors were now old sheets, green and dusty. I made my way to the far end of the room, not looking up incase Emily or Talie caught my eye. A tear trickled down my cheek in fear as I caught my breath and strode towards the desk which was labelled ‘Grace Varley’. Simple enough, so I sat down, picked out my pen from the wreckage of my pencil case, and tried not to look up as a teacher came striding towards me. Half of the hall had now turned around to see her bending over me and patting me on the back. She had to tell me that ‘ Everything was going to be ok!’ didn’t she. That made me feel worse, but swallowing my tears and looking up I tried a fake grin and lay back in my seat, wiping my eyes and still trying not to look at the people on all sides jeering and pointing at the ‘weird girl who cries at test’. Oh, so little do they know.