This pretty much ends memories of the distant past and now moves on to more recent thoughts. Here's what you need to know about what happened in the aforementioned incidents:
- Abbie went for her operation in Birmingham and was cleared of all signs of cancer. When she heard that I had gone to a sleepover with other girls, it had upset her; she thought I would abandon her, like I thought she would me. Her hair grew back in time for our final, Year 6 production of "The Evacuees". We were together at our Prize-giving, me to cheer her on for the newly-created "Bravery Award", and she for me in collecting the Art and English cups. She and I went to different secondary schools but promised to remain best friends. I saw her three times in Year 7. We haven't spoken in person in three years, though from mutual friends, I know her mother married, Abbie now has a toddling half-brother and has been in a relationship for three years. A couple weeks ago, I saw her on the bus and we were both too afraid to speak to each other. We both apologised later that week on Facebook.
- After the sleepover, the other girls involved laughed it off and came to school that Monday telling me it was a joke, telling the others how much fun it had been. When I would later tell my friends in my secondary school what had happened, the three girls who had followed me there (not involved) told me I was lying and it never happened. I wrote about it in detail for my Year 8 'memory' assignment and was sent to a councillor, who I refused to meet more than three times.
Hopefully this can now become - not necessarily a more cheerful piece of work - but one more current and not about the me I was, but the me I am.
Stay tuned ;)