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4. "You'll be fine babe. You're the strongest girl I know."

4. "You'll be fine babe. You're the strongest girl I know."

"So I think we should ring the hospital and tell them about our decision," Harry says as we are eating breakfast quickly, before I'm back at school.

"Yeah, should we do it after I come back from school then."

"Yeah, okay. Have a good day at school Em. Ring me if anything happens," he says hugging me before I set off.

School. Six Crap Hours of Our Lives.

Quite literally. School, school just angers me, all for the wrong reasons. School is no longer about having fun and enjoying. It's all about grades and being clever enough to be accepted into college and university. Of course, all that matters. But it is just work, work and more work, about stuff that won't even really help us in life. We go to school for five years, only to do exams in the last year that affect our entire futures. It's so unfair.

Seriously, I don't know how to take out a mortgage, buy a car, pay rent, and handle money.

*We haven't learnt about any of this.

But of course I know about distillation, fermentation, fractional proportions, and Pythagoras theorem.

Rant over.

Harry rang up the school and told them about the various bullying incidents again. They have agreed to move the bullies out of the classes that I'm in, as they want to do "what's best "and they think that I am a well behaved student and shouldn't be sanctioned by moving to lower sets.

So it's good that they've moved classes. But lunch is still a problem. I don't usually buy lunch, only occasionally. I just sit on a table in the corner, alone; trying not to attract attention.

But sometimes, like today, I go down to the library and sit there quietly. The librarian knows that I sit there, and she's really nice, so she doesn't tell me that I have to move or get out, like some of the others probably would.

It's quiet. Sometimes I sit and read, sometimes I write in my diary or on a book I'm writing, other times I sit on my phone, scrolling through social media.

I really want to be an author when I'm older, maybe as a part time job at first, then as a full time job. It seems like such a relaxing job, but still hard working; working to deadlines and dates. And you get a huge reward out of people enjoying and loving your books.

***

The bell rings, signalling the end of the school day. I am relieved, glad it's over. I've been feeling rather tired recently. So I'm happy that I can go home now.

Suddenly my phone beeps, indicating to me that I have a text.

To: Emily From: Haz <3

Hey, I've been let out from work earlier so I thought I'd pick you up. I'm at the front gates. X

I walk towards the front gates and see Harry's jet black Range Rover in the queue of parents picking their children up. I climb in.

"Hey love," he says hugging me.

"Hi," I hug back.

"How was your day? I thought we could go busking," he smiles.

"Yes!" I've wanted to go for ages, but the time just hasn't been right, with the cancer and everything.

"I came here prepared. I bought you spare clothes as I know how much you hate your uniform. And I bought both of our guitars," Harry laughed.

"Okay, thanks," I say, as he starts to drive towards the town centre.