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know where I’m going with this. I’m sorry that it didn’t work out between us and I wanted you to know that.
    I think about you a lot and I do miss you. I feel like I’ve changed a lot since it all went wrong and now I can see that I should never have forced you to go out with me. I hope we can still be friends. When I get back from Brighton in September, maybe we can go to the cinema or something?
    Anyway, just wanted to clear the air between us.
    Have a good summer and take care,
    Edie
     
10th September
    I’m back in Manchester and I’ve decided to keep a diary again. It was either that or walk around talking to myself all day. So summer was good, much better than I expected. The edited highlights:
     
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    I gained all the weight I lost from being ill due to my grandmother stuffing me full of home-cooked food all day. Like I was a pig going to market.
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I caught up with all my old friends and that was good. It wasn’t as good as it used to be but we had a laugh.
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I read every single Jane Austen novel.
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I went to Cornwall for a week to stay with the other grandparents and went to a rave on the beach. I had a bit of a holiday romance with this surfer boy called Marcus. He tried to teach me how to surf; I didn’t get it. I tried to teach him about Jane Austen; he didn’t get it. But the kissing was OK. It wasn’t even a tenth as good as certain kisses I’ve had but I figure it’s like falling off a horse. You have to get straight back on.
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I had highlights put in my hair so now it is truly blonde.
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And one last thing – I got my groove back. I can’t believe how I became this total misery chick before I went to Brighton. Well, I’m just so over all of that. I’m over
him
.
     
13th September
    I went clubbing with Nat and Trent and was just coming out of the loo when I spotted Dylan. I’d forgotten how he could make me feel just by looking at me with that half-smile of his. Except I was totally over him now and his art-boy charms no longer worked on me. As I walked calmly over to him, I certainly wasn’t thinking about how I wanted his arms around me. Not one little bit.
    ‘Hey you,’ I said to him, smiling because I didn’t have a care in the world.
    Dylan didn’t look unpleased to see me but then he didn’t exactly look like all his birthdays had come at once. ‘Oh hey,’ he replied, tugging at the collar of his shirt. ‘So you’re back?’
    ‘Looks like it, doesn’t it?’ I tossed my newly-blonder hair over my shoulder and raised my eyebrows at him. ‘So how have you been?’
    I was so busy trying to appear cool and yet ultimately unavailable that it seemed like a really good idea not to make eye contact with Dylan. Over the summer I’d turned him into a shorter, scrawnier, sloppily dressed version of the real thing. And now standing by the cigarette machine with the actual tall, lean and, OK, still sloppily dressed real thing was unsettling. Had his eyes always been that piercing? Or his bottom lip so full that I wanted to take it between my teeth and bite it?
    I was so intent on trying not to stare at Dylan that when he took hold of my hands, I gave a start. ‘I missed you,’ he was saying. ‘I wanted to get in touch with you but then stuff came up.’
    My stupid, foolish heart, which was always going to get me into trouble, stopped beating for a second. ‘What kind of stuff?’
    ‘Who’s this?’ said a voice behind me. I turned round to see this beautiful girl with long red hair standing, glaring at me. She sidled up to Dylan and wrapped an arm round his waist before repeating herself. ‘Who the hell is this, Dylan?’
     
14th September
    What kind of stupid name is Veronique anyway? No-one’s called Veronique! No-one except Dylan’s
new girlfrien
d
! Yeah, that’s how much he was missing me! He was so busy pining over me that he managed to cop off with some stupid posh girl from Cheshire. I mean, whatever.
    And she
so
dyes her