Dear Rachel
Thank you, I know that you're here for me, I just ... I'm still getting the hang of this opening up lark.
Thanks for the vote of confidence, I hope you're right, but if ever I am laughing because I made it, it won't be with my family. My mother kicked me out.
I'm staying at my grandparents at the moment, but I hate it here. Grandpa spends all day shouting at the TV and Grandma keeps looking at me like I'm the Devil.
Your last comments about Coach Sylvester and the Cheerios made me smile. I wish I had the confidence to say those things to her face, I really do. I'd love to see the look on her face if someone actually said it, it would make my week.
I'm glad you like this friendship, I do too. And I don't want to lose it.
Which I why I have spent a good two hours staring at this letter debating whether or not to write this. But, in the spirit of learning to open up, I will anyway.
I wasn't kissing Noah. And I think it's a safe bet to say I'm not going to fall pregnant again. Ever.
It wasn't Noah, or Finn, or anyone from school. It was a friend of mine.
Her name's Joanna.