I know I haven't updated in a while, sorry. But I have GCSEs coming up, which are very stressful. Actually at the moment I'm supposed to be revising for my Spanish writing exam, but hey. Wat'cha gonna do?

Sixth Grade

It was our first day of Middle School, and Brittany was ill. She had texted me that morning, and my heart had sunk.

Hey San. Feeling sick so mom says not to go to school. I'm sorry.

Britt xxx

I scowled throughout the entire day.

As soon as the bell rang at the end of the day, I sent a text to Brittany.

Hey Britt-Britt, hope you're feeling better because I'm coming over whether you like it or not!

San xxx

She sent a text back, saying:

Yay, please come over! Charlie's been driving me crazy.

Britt xxx

For the first time that day, I smiled. Charlotte, Brittany's three-year-old sister was, to put it bluntly, a pain in the butt. Even my eleven-year-old self could see that much. She was always whining, using her limited vocabulary to express her constant displeasure. I supposed I had been like that at her age, but now it just irritated me. Mami drove me to Brittany's house, and asked what time I wanted to be picked up. After a small argument, it was decided that she's collect me around seven, which meant I only had a few hours with my best friend. I'd wanted to stay the night.

Brittany's dad opened the door when I knocked. His face lit up when he saw me. "She's upstairs," he said before I could even open my mouth.

I grinned at him and raced up the stairs to Brittany's room, flinging open the door. Brittany was asleep, snoring on her bed. I giggled, thinking it was all very anti-climactic indeed. So I crept to the bed, and then launched a tickle attack, pinning her beneath me. She woke with a start as I attacked her sides mercilessly, an evil grin spreading across my face.

"San!" she choked, writhing underneath me. I sat on top of her thighs, immobilising her, and pinned both her wrists behind her head as I continued scrabbling at her ribs with one hand.

"Hi," I said, ignoring her screams of protest, "nice of you to finally wake up, sleepy-head."

She gasped wordlessly, bucking her hips, trying to dislodge me, and she finally threw me off. I lay laughing next to her while she recovered, taking huge breaths and wiping her streaming eyes.

"Try poking me next time!" she panted, turning her head to smile at me. I noticed she was still wearing her unicorn-print pajamas and frowned.

"Haven't you got out of bed all day?" I asked. She nodded.

"To eat breakfast and lunch."

I rolled my eyes at her, "Lucky. Someone had to actually go to school today."

She sat up. "Oh yeah. How was it?"

"Sucky."

"Oh."

"It was sucky because you weren't there, silly." I said, pouting. "You better be there tomorrow."

"I will!" Brittany said earnestly, "I promise."

To make sure, I held out my pinky finger. She just looked at me, confused, when I offered it to her.

"Pinky swear." I explained.

"Ah, I see." She said, then took my pinky in hers, shaking it vigorously.

"And now you have to be there," I said triumphantly, "because you made a pinky swear. You have to keep it."

Brittany sighed, "Okay."

The next day, she was there, waiting for me outside the school gates. After greeting me with a tight hug, she looked around, frowning.

"Where's Lucy Fabray?" she asked.

"She went to a different Middle School, Britt," I said gently, "she doesn't go here."

She looked sad, so I held her pinky in mine and said, "But you still have me."

The sad look was instantly replaced with a smile, and she kissed me on the cheek quickly. "Yeah," she said happily, "I do."

Okay, I wrote this kinda quickly because I really do need to study for that test, but I hope you enjoyed it.

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