Today, in the form of a story:

Sarah was gagging in the toilet. 'Sarah, are you okay?' I said from outside. She muffled her reply of 'Yes' while I shuffled around the girls toilets at Hinchingbrooke school. I traced the words 'Shona waz ere 08' that someone had written on the wall in permanant marker with my fingers. Finally, I heard the creak of the toilet cubicle door open and Sarah emerged. Her eyes were watering, and her face look red and puffy. I knew what she had been doing. She hadn;t actually been being sick, she was making herself throw up. For a long time I'd knew that Sarah self harmed herself, but this was bad. She had recently been calling herself fat, and she had been anorexic before, so I knew that she was trying to be bulimic by making herself throw up.

I walked Sarah to the medical room and we said goodbye to each other. I walked down to Spanish, passing a gang of giggling Year 7's. On the walk doown, I thought about what Sarah had been telling me this morning. She said she had been to the doctors for a test to see whether or not she was slightly mental, and the results had come back this morning, saying that she did have a slight mental problem and she had the option to take tablets for it, but she is refusing to take the tablets. Obviously it wasn't my choice, so I didn't say anything, but I was really worried about Sarah.

I eventually forgot about ti and tried not to worry. I asked Mischa if he had any Chewing Gum I could have. He said I could ony have some if I shouted out, 'I'm a Slag!' infront of everyone. He asked everyone to do that, so I had no worries that people would take me seriously. He gave me the Gum and I went off to Science with Natasha. Once I had got there we all sat down and I had to work with Jade in the practical expiriment. I don't really like Jade. Not many people do. She stinks, and everyone says she looks like a fish. I didn't help her at all, she did all the work. And Jade ddin't even seem to care, she likes me anyway.

P.e was actually okay today. We did loads of games of netball and I was Goal Keeper. Alice, the girl who had spread a rumor around that I stuffed my Bra with tissue, is actually quite nice. We were chatting about Little Britain USA most of the time.

Last week, when Shannon was ill with a really sore throat, Jamie, Me and Lauren and Chloe had been making up stories about her and writing them in Jamie's little note book. On the Bus, Jamie, had to go and tell Shannon all the stories and blame it on the rest of us, when actaully Jamie made most of them up! Shannon doesn't believe I did anything, so lets keep it at that. She started crying and she hugged me, probably because I was the nearest of her friends around her, otherwise she would have hugged Lily.

Anyway, below, there is a picture of me and Sarah! I am the one with the dark brown hair, and Sarah has blonde hair!