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Mistakes

Wednesday 2nd September

Bryony

I wonder what age I was when I figured out that my mum never really wanted me. I mean, I'm thirteen now but it seems like I've always known. I can't pinpoint the exact moment I found out.

Don't get me wrong, I know I sound like some selfish little girl craving attention right now but I'm not like that. Or so I like to think. My childhood was actually pretty great. I had loads of people (ok adults) around me. They were great. I've never been that 'popular' girl with a load of friends. In fact, I don't even have a group of close friends. Well, except for Callum. He's pretty much the only person under the age of eighteen that I would trust with anything. We met in year 2 or something way back in Primary School. We've been friends for ages anyway.

I go to school with Callum which is just as well because if it was just me it really would be just me. I don't know what it is about me, but I just don't seem to get along well with girls my age. Wait, that came out wrong. It's not that I've ever been in arguments or fights with my 'fellow' classmates, it's that I've never really made that effort to make sure I was best friends with everyone. I guess you could call it laziness – I had so many older people fussing over me and looking out for me that I didn't feel the need to put myself out there and introduce myself to people I may not even like. Cal, of course is the exception.

Because there wasn't a so-called 'effort' there when we first met. It was just easy and comfortable. We clicked – got on, just like that.

He's amazing. The best friend anyone could ever have.

My mum is something different altogether. I don't think I could ever do her justice in description – you just have to meet her to get her. I know I said before that she didn't want me, plan for me, expect me. But since I was born, I'm pretty sure that changed. In truth, she's been the best mum in the world. Well, maybe that's a bit false. In truth, my mum is more like... a really groovy (and slightly older) sister, which is probably why I prefer to call her by her name – Gee (short for Georgia) rather than 'mum'. When I was little she didn't punish me or anything – probably because she was getting in trouble the same way I was. She's like that though – just a big kid.

It was my Grandma and Grandad that dished out the punishments, to me and Gee alike – and they still do. That's alright though, because if Gee didn't have them to watch over her I'd worry about who would then be watching over me. This one I'm not sure on, but I think that when she was pregnant the Grands didn't want Gee to have the baby – me that is. Or at least not keep me. Maybe this is just an assumption. There's definitely no evidence for that now – they love me like I'm their own child. Well, I guess I part am – they were around a lot when I was growing up. I think me and Gee stayed in their house until I started Primary School.

To say my mum is my role model is a bit farfetched. I don't, for example, want to have a kid at sixteen (sensing the irony?). However, 80% of the stuff I've learned so far in my life has been from Gee, however twisted and crazy the info was given to me. Half the time I don't even think she knows she's giving me a "life lesson". She just goes with the flow. I guess sometimes it's quite shocking that words of wisdom actually are present in her brain, but they've flown out to me often enough.

Ok, off with the boring 'here's my life story in a page' crap. I think intro's are a complete waste of time (hence why I don't have many friends). The important stuff should just come out over time, not in the first two minutes of meeting. Here of course, I am a fully-fledged hypocrite as I've practically blurted out my entire childhood in less than 1000 words. Still, I'll try not to hold it against myself.

I'm back to school in 6 days – that's Tuesday 8th September for those will as slightly dishevelled maths brain. I'm indifferent to the return to be honest. Year 9 is nothing special. It's not as if I'm starting my g.c.s.e's or one of the 'newbies' the teachers take pity on. In fact, come to think of it year 9 is probably one of the most pointless of all years. Especially now that they've stopped S.A.T.s. There is officially no reason for learning all the stuff we will soon be.

Callum will be there to make the year bearable though. I never really doubt whether Callum is 'enough' friends for me. Gee does though. I think because she had quite a large group of girl friends when she was my age. After my first half-term at high school when I still only had Callum as my friend she started to worry. There were several conclusions I remember hearing her discuss with Jas on the phone;

That I was being bullied

That I was socially handicapped

That I did have friends but was embarrassed to bring them home to meet the 'family'

Of course, known of these are true. In fact they're all complete crap. And Gee doesn't bother anymore, or at least doesn't let it show. Maybe she just understands I'm happy with having Cal by my side. Maybe.

As much as I've always loved my mum, and as much as she's always talked about stuff, (i.e. a lot) her 'childhood' has always rather intrigued me. For one, she went to an all girl's school, all girls! I think I would so refuse to go to school if Gee had made me go there. School without Callum is not school worth going to.

Anyway, before I interrupted my line of thoughts, I was talking about me wanting to know the mysteries, or rather the details in Gee's 'growing up' years. Or at least I was wanting to know, until two weeks ago.

On Friday 21st August I found Gee's diary. Or rather diaries. Yes – multiple ones. Ten in fact. And after having read them, it's safe to say that I know more about my mum than I know about myself. The stuff that she got up to,I can't believe it. Although it's safe to say she hasn't changed much. And this makes me smile. I loved it at first, getting to know Gee from a different angle – a younger one obviously. The things she went through with everything – boy especially. Will I go through that in a year or two? Do I want to?

The diaries stopped right about a year before I was born. Isn't that convenient?

When I was 11, Gee told me that while she was pregnant and for two years after her parents made her live in Blackpool with her Aunt Kath and my Gran. Now this, clearly, is hell. Not only was she (and me I guess) forced to live in the dump of the universe but also had two old women nagging over her head constantly. (I never really got how annoying mums could be until I read Gee's diaries. Like I said before, Gee isn't really a typical mum.)

Anyway, the Blackpool factor wasn't even the worst part. Until reading her diaries, I didn't realise the worst part of her moving – leaving her friends. The "Ace Gang" they were called. From the way she wrote, I knew she loved them so much, even Jas. No, especially Jas. I think that if people fight and make up it just means they are closer friends. I mean, me and Cal have little arguments all the time. It's actually quite fun.

I wonder if I'll ever make it up to Gee after she had to abandon her whole life for me. It was full of trivial problems yes, but she loved it I know. The only thing I don't know is whether I should tell her I found her diaries and read them.

I've never seen the 'angry' side of Gee. Not yet anyway.

Libby

Sat at home biting my nails like normal. It's a horrible habit I know but drastic times call for drastic measures. If you call this drastic that is. I do.

I'm starting Uni in just over 3 weeks. A Uni I'm not even sure I want to go to anymore. It's weird, I'm not an impulsive person, yet apparently when I wrote down my Uni list it was on impulse. Or, as I like to say, panic.

Of course I can't tell my parents that I'm unsure about my decision – they yelled at me for putting Nottingham as my top choice in the first place. Apparently the fact that it's a top Uni went over their heads when they realised how far away it is (and it's not even that far). They just don't want me anywhere that they can't keep an eye on me.

I don't know why. I'm fairly certain I haven't done anything 'crazy' since I was four years old and gave my friend a makeover. Bear in mind he was a boy.

But still, it's not like I'm... Georgia.

So here I am, shaking in my seat. What was I thinking accepting my place at Nottingham? I can't go all that way down south. Or however far it is. I get homesick just thinking of going. And I don't even love my home that much.

Of course, there's much more as to why I'm worried about leaving. My friends. My sister. My niece. I'm not good with change, I know that. When I was five and my mum and sister when to stay with my aunt for a while (long while) I cried for a whole week. Apparently.

My life is structured and orderly; my parents saw to that. I'm not a party girl or rebel. I don't even like the taste of alcohol and I'm eighteen. How the hell am I going to cope with Uni?

Answer: I'm not. And to make matters worse for me I'm missing the first two days of Fresher's Week due to Jas and Tom's wedding. So instead of going down on the Saturday along it the normal people who will bond and make friends I'm arriving on the Monday, two days later and worse off from it.

All of this is exactly why I'm biting my nails, shaking on my bed and also hitting the floor repeatedly with my right foot.

I should just not go – just stand up and say that I don't want to go to Uni. No, I want to stay home instead and get a job. Right, cos that's going to happen. I'm the biggest coward I know – I couldn't even tell my dad I was the one that broke his favourite Elvis mug until three months after it happened. And that was only a couple of years ago.

C.O.W.A.R.D. Coward.

I'm constantly on edge, or so it seems, trying not to screw up. I guess that I'm acting so weird right now (practically hyperventilating) because I haven't screwed up before. This is all new to me. And I'm not sure quite how to handle it. Which of course, as things go, makes me panic even more.

Izzy, Charlotte and Ellie; they are all excited about going to Uni and seeing different people and places. Even Izzy who only speaks to people after ten hours of contact to ensure they aren't a drug addict, alcoholic, crazy or generally not nice. And people say I'm the weirdly shy one.

Although, in my family I guess the labels of "shy" and "quiet" and "boring" belong on my door. If we had labels that is – though that would be beyond odd.

Mum and Dad, no matter what they say, love to argue and rant and... well shout pretty much. Georgia, well she's pretty self-explanatory if you've met her and definitely the most outgoing. (See how I veered clear or 'overly loud' and 'intrusive' there?) That then leaves Bry, Gee's daughter and my niece. She's... well I'm not really sure how to describe her in a couple of words. I'd say bar me she could possibly be a candidate for 'quietest' but then... she certainly has her loud and un-shy moments. I guess it depends on what she's feeling like, or who she's around. Nevertheless she's certainly more confident than me and she's five years younger. Great.

I get on with Bryony really well though. Which I guess is quite odd seeing as we are rather different and I am then forced to sprout some rubbish about "opposites attract". Silly clichés.

The relationship I have with Bry is possibly a more grown up relationship with Gee and she's turning thirty this November – but that's Gee all over. I doubt she'll ever properly grow up. She's a lot like Mum and Dad though – they are really crazy but just hide it better.

In fact, if it wasn't for video proof of my crazy antics when I was a toddler I would claim with quite a lot of evidence that I am adopted. I'm not though – and still deciding whether this is good or not. Bryony started off crazy. But where was the shock in that considering Georgia is her mum? Gee always used to tell me that Bry reminded her of me when I was that age and she was of a similar age to what Bryony is now.

This news, for some reason, made Bry laugh her head off. And made me blush with embarrassment. How that's another thing. I get embarrassed way too easy. Especially living around the people I do. I may as well paint my cheeks red for the rest of my life – that's how often I'm made a fool of.

Bryony is one of the few people who doesn't make fun of me, even though sometimes she doesn't understand my reasoning's. Maybe she's been a little bullied in the past or something – Georgia carried that theory for a while when Bryony didn't make any new friends when she started high school.

Now that is one thing that I could understand. Not the bullying (except from the family) but the making friends. It's definitely not my forte. But this just makes me all the more grateful that I have the great friends I do. There's only four of us put we've been that way since year 7 and nothing has split us up – not boys, arguments, jealously. Of course, now we sound like a bunch of dreary hermits but we're not I promise.

We are rather... girly though. Or that's how I would perceive us. As in we have a tendency to dodge away from the ball (or anything flying our way), hop up onto the sofa when we see a spider (no matter how big) and refuse to go in some dirty grotty loo (especially if there' s no loo roll). And, because we are extreme multi-taskers, we also have a tendency to scream while doing all of the above. So yeah, girly.

Bryony is not girly, or not girly in our way. In fact she's the one that would be yelling at us to "catch the damn ball" or telling us we're cruel when we ask someone to kill the eight-legged creature patrolling around the carpet. But yet, me and Bry still get on well, we always have.

My relationship with Georgia is a little different. Me and Bryony are different in some ways and similar in others. But me and Georgia, we are as opposite as two people can be. She is loud, I'm quiet. She's fidgety, I can sit still for hours. She doesn't think before she talks, I try to be polite. She doesn't think about anything, I... well I would say I always think – over think things, but my ever so recent dilemma about Uni has clearly proved that statement false.

Maybe Uni won't be as bad as I'm imagining. Maybe I won't end up sitting in my room on Friday nights, friendless and alone because I refused to get drunk and throw up the next morning. Maybe. My course is English Studies and French. And despite all the negativity over Uni, I'm looking forward to the studying part, as odd as that seems coming from an eighteen year old. But, as you've probably figured out by now, I'm not the typical person for someone my age.

I love learning about other countries and France is no exception. I love this course because I get to mix learning the language of French with the cultures involved in France and Britain. I'm especially excited about the literature side of the course as well because I love to read – all those hours when others are out playing sport.

Bryony really amazes me. She loves to read (despite Gee's influence) and seems to have read everything I can think of, yet still does every imaginable sport. I feel faint just thinking about all that. Amazing.

I'm really going to miss her when I go to Uni. She is possibly the one that keeps me sane when I'm not with my friends. I told her she can come and stay with me at some point. Although right now, I'm not sure for whose benefit that little promise was for.

Jas

Oh my god. 25 days. That's all it is. Is it? Yes, yes it is. 25 days, 600 hours, 36000 minutes. Until my wedding. Our wedding. Mine and Tom's. And it's going to be amazing. I think. I hope.

It's been in planning for ever. Two years in fact. Tom proposed to me at the end of summer when I was 27. We had been living together for three years and after sorting out our jobs and everything, it seemed like the perfect timing.

I'm a Primary School teacher and co-incidentally teach where me and Georgia went – Greenwood. It's great there even though it has changed quite a lot. The kids are really sweet. Tom works for a conservation company and loves it. I'm so proud of him – he's really doing something he loves, we both are. The only difference is sometimes his work takes him away on several occasions where as I am pretty much rooted to the spot.

Anyway the wedding – yes, the wedding. I'm wearing white, duh, and there's a special delicate pattern on the corset top before the long, slightly puffy (emphasis on the slightly) bottom end flows down to reach the floor. There's one little broach on the right of my corset that is peachy coloured to match the bridesmaids' dresses.

Tom is wearing a black suit as are the groomsmen with a peach tie so we are all matching. Yes, it really is going to be amazing. Or at least so I thought.

I think I may have made one of the biggest mistakes ever. And it may quite possibly ruin my- our wedding. You see, Georgia is obviously my Maid of Honour. There's no one else that comes close to the best-friend spot. But then that leaves the matter of Bridesmaids. I was going to ask a couple people from work but it didn't seem right. I knew who I wanted, I just didn't know if it was fair to ask...

The Ace Gang pretty much split up (for lack of a better phrase) when we were all about sixteen and about to enter Sixth Form. It started when Gee abruptly upped and left to go stay somewhere with her Mum. It wasn't her choice of course and we were only told why she left a couple months later which as you can imagine, was not good. None of us could imagine Gee being a mum and we desperately wanted to talk to her to see if she was ok. Heck we tried to talk to her, but her mum wasn't having it. Georgia was off limits for a while.

After her departure the next thing was College. I knew where I wanted to go, or rather where I wanted to stay but the others weren't too sure. In the end me and Ellen carried on where we were, Mabs and Jools went to a mixed college (shocker there) and Rosie, Rosie Mees, went to Sweden with Sven. Or at least we think they went there – I never really figured out which country that boy was from.

From Sixth From was Uni. It didn't matter where I went in relation to Tom by this point because he had decided to go to America. Of course at the time this was possibly the worst thing ever. We decided we'd 'take a break' over the Uni period and date others if we met someone we liked. I didn't. I don't know about him.

Luckily, (and probably due to my praying) Tom didn't meet anyone special in America nor did he wish to live there permanently so he came and we... well I think the wedding is a pretty clear indication of what happened between us.

But being at a separate Uni to the Ace Gang, I don't even know if I called them that then, was odd. I made new friends but nothing to rival the friendship we had. I still stayed in contact though – thank the world for technology.

After Uni I came back to live locally and saw more of Gee than I could wish for – or want on some occasions. It turned out she returned just when I left for Uni – lovely timing. But when I got a job in the local area me and Gee connected again and frankly it was as though nothing had changed. Well, if you didn't count the five year old little girl she had.

I don't think Gee had really stayed in contact with the others though. Like I said, when she returned they had all left for Uni and didn't return having settled where they were. In fact, I think I was the only person to actually move back to my home town. And I know she hasn't spoken to anyone on the phone or the internet like me. And right now that's making me a little nervous.

I invited them all to the wedding. There, I said it. Oh, and they accepted. Everyone. Rosie, Ellen, Jools and Mabs. And their respective partners, whoever they are now. I spoke to them all quite recently and I know that they aren't still involved with their boyfriends from High School. It seems me and Tom were the only ones to survive all the change.

This isn't even the worst part though. On the contrary, me and Georgia meeting the Ace Gang again will probably be a rather happy occasion – one I would look forward to openly if it wasn't threatening my wedding. But like I said, it's not the Ace Gang that's making me worry-ish.

It's Tom's guests. Or as they are more commonly known – Rollo, Sven, Dec, Ed and Dave. All of them coming. All of my friends coming. And all of Tom's friends coming. Friends that used to be friends. Friends that used to be more than friends. Friends that aren't more than friends anymore.

Anyone else sense a recipe for disaster?

So do you agree? It was possibly a mistake to invite both sets of friends? What if they kick off? What if they start ridiculous arguments of 'who broke up with who'? They could ruin the happiest day of my life. They could...

And it doesn't stop there. My biggest mistake is one I'm still carrying out. I haven't told Georgia yet. I haven't told her that Dave is coming. I haven't dared.

What happened with her and Dave... no one really knows except them. And even then I don't think that Georgia's 100% sure. Dave is the one topic she won't talk about. Ever. Of course this just makes me want to know more but after eight years of getting no response, I learned to drop it.

Bryony's coming to the wedding. And again, I don't know whether this is a mistake, as much as I love the girl. This'll be the first time that everyone sees her. Come to think of it, I'm not even sure the lads know about her. But either way she'll be the new toy everyone wants to play with and I don't know how she'll take that. Something tells me she's not one that likes to be petted and although I haven't seen it yet, will Gee as a mother I'm fairly certain she has an explosive side.

And of course once people meet her they'll want to know things about her. They'll have questions. And one question in particular which is one of the first we asked thirteen years ago. The one that never got an answer.

Who is the father?

I'm just gonna have to tell her. I'll just come right out with it when she's round here. She won't mind right? Nothing that bad could have happened between her and Dave could it? Nothing bad enough that she would ruin my wedding for right? Right?

Maybe I'll e-mail her. Or write a letter. I'm clearly too chicken to tell her in person. She may biff me. In fact, she would definitely biff me. And my body is still recovering from High School.

The phone – I'll phone her. That way all she can do is yell at me a bit. No harm done right? Plus if I tell her now that gives her chance to cool off before the wedding. That's super smart thinking that is. Yes, that'll work. It'll be fine. All fine.

Gee won't over react... ok that sentence should never be used as it is clearly more crap than... a crap thing. But maybe she's finally matured? Oh wait, that sentence is crap too.

Ok, now or never. I'm by the phone. In fact it's in my hand. I can do it. Press the buttons. Just pretend she's a... rabbit. Yes, a rabbit. Rabbit's don't argue back when I talk to them in the fields. Oh no, I really shouldn't have said that...

"Hello? House of the most amazing girls ever. Well unless this is someone equally amazing, then you are clearly in the wrong house."

Do it do it do it! "Gee?" I said quietly.

"Ooo Jassy! What can I do for you?"

Georgia

Oh my giddy god. No wait, that phrase is way too happy for this doomed situation.

Oh my pantyhose. Oh my God in hell. Oh my Lord Sandra. Oh my knicker-eating crap.

It's happening. It's actually happening. I knew it would someday I just thought it would be a day way, wayyy in the future. I'm talking light-years. I can't believe Jas or Tom or both of them or whoever invited him. Him? How could they invite him?

And she tried to soften the blow by telling me the Ace Gang would be coming as well and it'll be like a big puffy rainbows in the sky reunion. How dare she mention rainbows when she's just told me Dave is going to her wedding. If she was closer I'd biff her.

There is no upside to this situation no matter what Jas was saying – or trying to make herself believe. I shouldn't go. I should put my foot down and say "Sorry Jassy you made your choice and clearly you have chosen Dave."

Except I'm Maid of Honour and I really want to wear the pretty dress. Grr. I need help.

Puff puff pant pant up the stairs two at a time. Who says my sporting days are behind me? I told Bry I was heading out; she's fine by herself for a few minutes. I legged it all the way here (the Old's house) and am now struggling to get my breath back as I charge into Libby's room where she's sitting on her bed looking like she's about to faint.

I almost ask her if she is ok but then I remember this is about me and my dire situation. Sometimes I am almost too kind for my own good. Sometimes.

"Libs I need your help." She sits up straight quickly and moves to let me collapse on the bed. Then she even lies down in a similar position next to me. This means one of two things – either she understands the crapiosity of my problems already or she has her own shit going on right now.

I'll go with the first because she is a rather clever, intuitive sister.

"I'm scared," she says just as I open my mouth and I think for a moment she's stealing my thoughts. I glance over at her to see she's pale white so think maybe there is something up with her and maybe, just maybe she can go first. So then she will be full attention-wise for me later on of course.

"I don't think I want to go to Uni anymore." She says and I open my mouth in shock. Libby not going to Uni is about on the same scale as the Pope giving up Christianity. To my parents anyway. I sort of feel sorry for Libs. She used to be amazingly cool and... well crazy when she was little. But then, well, I got pregnant.

After that it seemed Mutti and Vati decided to change their parenting style to "hardcore". Not wanting to make the same mistake they did with me clearly. So Libs grew up with the Old's watching her every move. I don't know how she did it – I would've picked up and left home long ago.

Libby's now like the opposite of who she was as a toddler. All shy and calm and... she actually thinks before she does stuff. Odd right? And yeah, I guess this is kind of my fault... so I try and help Libs out when I can.

"Why d'you say that?" I ask to which she shrugs into her duvet.

"I... I'm not good with new stuff." That's true. When she had to start High School she practically convulsed. But it's not surprisingly considering Vati practically kept her locked up until the age of sixteen.

"This'll be different," I say though I actually have no idea on the situation because I never went to Uni. "Why don't you talk to Jas?" I suggest because she's the first who I think of Uni people. But then I remember that I now hate her and am officially ignorez-vousing her.

"No actually don't," I say before Libs has chance to answer. I see her turn her head to the side to look at me though. "She'll just betray you."

I can see a smirk on my sister's face but I pretend it's not there because I am trying not to take my anger out on her right now.

"And how did she betray you this time?" Libby asks and I don't miss the mocking tone. Meh.

"She invited Dave to the wedding." I blurt out before realising this was probably not the best thing to say. She's intrigued now though. I can tell.

"Dave... Dave as in the Dave that you went out with when you were younger?"

I frown and stare at the ceiling. "That'd be the one."

"So why is that a problem?" Libby asks and she sounds so innocent that I just can't tell her. Even if I was considering it for a millisecond.

"It doesn't matter." I say finally sitting up and walking over to the door. "I have to go."

Libby sits up too but doesn't get off her bed. "Err... ok. Sure. Just... don't tell anyone what I said ok?"

I give her a small smile. Does she really think I want the Old's to squash her? "I won't," I promise. "And Libs?" I say just before I go, "Uni'll be ok. It will."

She nods but doesn't believe me. I know this because she goes back to biting her nails. She always does that when she's worried or nervous. I used to tell her (when she was eight) that one day her nails would never grow back. She of course went and looked it up in a book from the library (somewhere I never ventured at her age or... ever).

Anyway she came back to me and said, "You made a mistake Gee,"

I nodded and said, "I do that a lot."

I hope you liked that but if not, please let me know how I can improve it, I won't be offended I promise xD

This was really just a trial chapter to see what people think. In future chapters you may only get a couple of point's of view or maybe some different ones.

The majority will be these four girls though I reckon.

Again, please review it will be mucho appreciated (:

P.S last thing - I need a better title for this fic so it is due to change. Be aware.

Horns out ;)