The next morning I wake up to the sound of the letterbox closing. I grab my dressing gown and run down to the door. Yes, there it is. The squad ring. I open up the brown paper bag and carefully put the ring onto my middle finger. I sprint back upstairs to email a thankyou to the exchanger when I realised what today is. The day of Jessica's funeral. How could I forget? I take down the dress that has been hanging from my door and put it on. It's a black dress, well what else would it have been? It's got black lace around the collar. I style my hair like Jessica normally styled it in, long and wavy. There's a knock at the door. 'Come in.' I say. Mum walks in. 'Are you ready?' She asks. I look around my room, anything I've forgotten...oh my ring. 'Yep I'm ready.' I say. 'Well come on then.'
The funeral is so sad.
I'm mean really sad.
Buzz, buzz, buzz
My phone doesn't stop!
I should have turned it off!
All through the ceremony my phones been buzzing, really loud.
People have been staring at me angrily. I gulp.
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'Goodbye Jessica, I'll never forget you! I'm sorry.' I say tears streaming down my face.
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The exchanger
Teen FictionTilly blossom is your average teenage girl. A girl who fades into the crowd. A girl that no one really notices, apart from her friends of course. So bored of life Tilly asks 'the exchanger' for help, to cure her Boredom, to get noticed...but as sugg...
