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bit depressing. The pier was closed because it had burnt down and was still being re-built.
    After lunch we were mooching around the shops when I spotted Zoé. I followed her into Dorothy Perkins expecting to see Chelsea as well but Chelsea definitely wasn’t with her. In the end I went up to Zoé and asked her where Chelsea was.
    ‘How should I know?’ she said.
    ‘But I thought you two were going to the cinema together,’ I told her. That flummoxed her. I could almost see her brain working. Should she deny all knowledge of knowing where Chelsea was or should she go along with the pretence?
    In the end she said, in a bored sort of voice,’ We went to the cinema but we couldn’t agree on what to watch so Chelsea went in on her own.’
    ‘Oh yeah,’ I said,’ Chelsea loves going to the cinema on her own.’
    Zoé looked so relieved, I had real trouble not laughing.
    ‘There you go then,’ she said and wandered off. I watched her go, wondering what the hell Chelsea was playing at. She would never go to the cinema on her own. Chelsea never does anything on her own if she can help it. She likes an audience too much. She’s always surrounded by friends.
    Then it occurred to me that she doesn’t seem to have one special friend. Not like I’ve got Lauren. I think she’d like Sophie to be her special friend but Sophie’s got Amber and the truth is Sophie is way out of her league, not that it stops Chelsea trying to get in with that crowd. She only got invited to Sophie’s party because Josh asked her . . . then it hit me. Of course! It was today that Sophie was having her hot-tub party. Chelsea must have gone to it. She could easily have caught a train back to Bristol.
    Mum and Dad are going to go mental when they find out. But then they’ll only find out if I tell them. So I’ll just have to keep quiet and hope that Chelsea doesn’t get carried away by the party and gets back before they notice.
    It was a close one. About six o’clock I could see Mum getting twitchy. She kept looking at the clock. Dad wanted to eat out but Mum said we couldn’t go out in case Chelsea came back and couldn’t get into the caravan.
    ‘Did she say what time she was going to be back?’ asked Dad, looking at everyone. I shrugged.
    ‘I’ll find out,’ said Mum, picking up her phone and starting to text. Chelsea only communicates by text on her phone;she never talks to anyone on it. I really hoped she had it switched on. Dad gets grumpy when he’s hungry and I could see he wasn’t about to have his evening ruined by Chelsea. A minute later Mum’s phone bleeped.
    ‘It’s okay,’ she said. ‘Chelsea’s gone bowling with her friend and she’ll see us back here. She says can we leave the key in one of the shoes in the awning.’
    Dad wasn’t too happy about that, he’s very security conscious, but he agreed in the end because he wanted his dinner.
    There was a heart-stopping moment when we went past the site managers’ bungalow and Zoé came out carrying a bin bag. Luckily she turned her back to put it in the bin and nobody else was taking any notice anyway.
    When we got back after eating fish and chips on the sea-front, Chelsea was in bed pretending to be asleep. But there’s something wrong because I can hear her snuffling and she doesn’t have a cold. I wonder what happened to make her so upset. I’ll find out tomorrow.

Friday 27th August
    Because it was the last day of the holidays, we went out in the car and ended up at Glastonbury. It had me and Spencer in hysterics; it had loads of witchy shops which sold weird things that you’d probably need if you were a witch. There were clothes shops selling velvet lined cloaks and black, floaty dresses. There were shops which sold cauldrons and ceremonial knives and one shop sold dried powders and unspeakable things in jars. It was seriously weird. I was pretending to myself that I was a Hogwarts student wandering round Hogsmead and I got so carried away I almost asked