Sarah is thrown back into an ugly past when her old best-friend-turned-enemy kills herself. With the help of new smiles and old glares, she learns that some things just won't stay dead until you make peace with them.
Shiloh's baby blue silk pyjamas sashayed as she padded over her carpeted bedroom floor to drop beside me. She placed a bowl of popcorn between us and I grabbed a handful.
"It's been a stressful few months for you, hasn't it?" She said. I nodded. "How did you keep up with school amongst all of this?"
I shrugged, "I didn't really. My marks haven't been so good. I have to work on that before A-levels come around..."
Shiloh nodded, and sipped her cup of tea.
"After everything that happened, I was actually doing really well with school, funnily enough," I went on, "It was almost like I wanted to make a point. Boast that I wasn't being dragged down by it."
"What did happen, by the way?" Shiloh said, readjusting herself on her cushions. I shifted my head to the side.
"You still don't know?" She shook her head. "Oh. I thought Matt or Harry would have told you by now."
"I asked," she said, "They said it was your story to tell'."
I shrugged, a gentle smile playing on my face at the boys' kindness.
"Ok then," I said, and sat up. "You're going to want to get comfortable," I teased in an American announcer's voice, "Because this is going to be a looonggg ride."
Shiloh rolled her eyes and sat back, "Just tell me already!"
And I did.
This is the story of how I lost my five best friends.
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