The Worst Day Of My Life

Francesca Peterson is just a normal teenage girl. With a best friend like no other, good grades and a loving family, how could life be better? But deep inside something still hurts, even though the physical pain is long gone. Will Frankie reveal all in an English essay, or will she keep quiet about the events of last year in order to try and forget?


4. Just School.

After two long hours of ¡hola!'s and times tables its finally lunch time! I'm just going to try and forget about the dreaded English assignment, I mean it's not due in for agggess yet....

I wait by the door for Emily, she always takes forever packing her stuff away, chatting absent-mindedly to the group of male admirers that hang around for her after every lesson. And I mean Every lesson! When she finally arrives by my side I give her a cheeky wink and she grins back at me like a mad woman. We are going to meet her boyfriend Micheal and his motley crew for lunch, and she is completely smitten with him!And he is with her also, I mean, why wouldn't you be? She has lovely long blond hair that falls perfectly around her face, sparkling big blue eyes that always portray a sense of mischief, and a great sense of style! I don't have a boyfriend... Sometimes I wish I did.

We arrive at my locker, where we normally meet the boys. Micheal, Jack and Ed are already there. Emily squeals "Hi baby!" And gives Mike a big hug. I laugh, and chat to Jack and Ed. Jack studies my face carefully and asks, "Franks, you ok? You don't look to good!" I bite my lip and reply "I think I'm ok... I'm just tired... I think!" I give him a weak smile and he puts his hands up as if to give me a hug, but thinks otherwise at the last minute and snaps them back to his sides. Poor Ed just stands next to us awkwardly until Micheal announces "So shall we go to lunch?" Everybody grumbles yes, and off we go.

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Everybody has brought sandwiches except for me, and I'm really not hungry. I have to eat something so I decide to have a salad, but just end up pushing the slimy green leaves around the pot for half an hour whilst discussing completely pointless stuff with my friends. "Your looking a lot better now Frankie!" Jack smiles. "I was worried about you." How sweet! He was worried about me! Little butterflies play in my stomach , and I suddenly do feel a whole lot better.
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