The rest of the weekend I spent at home, doing pretty much nothing during the day, crying myself to sleep at night, with a few break downs in between. I tried to keep my moods as normal as possible; I didn’t want my mum to notice anything was different and ask me about it, she’s really good at picking up these kinds of things. I went through a patch of depression a couple of years ago and it got really bad, so my mum flew my older cousin here to cheer me up and pull me out of my funk, and it actually worked. Today is Monday which means dragging my ass to another day of school, I really don’t want to go but I’m being forced, by Madison, she says she can’t endure it on her own, so that’s where I come in. I haven’t spoken to Spencer since the other night, she hasn’t made any moves to talk to me and I’ve made none to talk to her. Until today that is. I’m on my way to her house from school to see if maybe she’ll talk to me, I doubt she will, but I have to try.

I get to her front door and take a few deep breaths trying to calm myself before I knock, it really didn’t help in the slightest. I’ve knocked and I’m practically bouncing around waiting for the door to open.

“Hi Ashley!” Paula greets me as she opens the door with a huge smile, at least someone’s happy to see me. “Come in, come in.” She ushers me through the door.

“Thanks. Is Spencer in?”

“Yeah she’s in the living room, she’s not well today.  I’ll be in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, okay.” I say as I hastily make my way to the living room. I get to the doorway and see Spencer sat in her pj’s watching the TV.

“Hi Spence.” She looks towards me with complete shock, maybe it’s because someone disturbed her, or maybe it’s just because I’m here.

“Ash, hey.”

“How are you?” I ask as I prop myself on the arm of the couch.

“I’m good, how are you?” At least one of us is.

“I’m okay. Why are you in your jammies? Did you not go to school today? Your mum said you were ill?” I ask.