Thursday 1st October 1987
I have been ill for the past three days. I went home at lunch on Tuesday and Stayed home from school on Wednesday and today. Greg also stayed at home on Wednesday. We had a plan on Tuesday that I would go home five minutes earlier so it wouldn't seem suspicious. Catherine had also been ill that day and had gone home at break. Greg thinks we have some sort of disease. We had a discussion about it in Music, listing all our symptoms. Altogether I had 10 and Greg had 11. Grissom claims he's immune to it, saying he's never ill. Greg went to school today as it was non-uniform day and after school he came to my house and told me about what fun he had taking the Mick out of Hodges. I sat in my windowsill talking about random things while he sat outside and threw a ball up trying to get it through my window. I'm excited about tomorrow. The gang and me are going into town because we have a day off school. We were going to the cinema but Greg insisted we go bowling. Catherine has planned our day out. Bowling. Shopping (Great). Eat lunch. More shopping. Go to the park and laze about together until the sun goes down. We usually spent everyday together. We were the best of friends and we all loved each other. Some more than others though such as Grissom and Sara who had been dating since they first met at the age of four. They were always seen holding hands or embracing. Another couple was Catherine and Warrick. Even though they weren't together we all knew they liked each other, and hoped that one day they would admit it. Greg and me were the only ones without girlfriends but we didn't mind. Anyway as thirteen year olds, we thought we were far too young to be in "love". We had a pact to wait until we both had a girl and not leave the other out. At school we weren't the most popular people so not many people fancied us. Except Greg. He seemed to get a lot of girls to fall head over heels for him, especially the younger ones. He's had a few girlfriends 1 or two years younger than him while I seem to attract 6 year olds and girls who pick their noses such as Nicola, my science partner. There was a rumour going around school that she has fancied me since we were 4. I must admit she is pretty but I don't know what everyone would think if I dated her as everyone hates her. I flirt with her sometimes but just to see if the rumours are true or not. She responds with equal enthusiasm and gazes into my eyes. I sometimes find myself gazing into her chocolate brown eyes too, they really are beautiful. I would never tell my friends this though they would laugh at me even if we were really close. I'm talking to Greg on the phone. He's going on about his new crush and how he's gunna make her love him. I just laugh at him and say goodnight. I then snuggle up in bed and fall asleep.
