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for a butterbeer when we went to a café for lunch.
    The weather cleared up a bit so Dad and Spencer decided to climb Glastonbury Tor. I was tempted to go with them but I wanted to find out what had happened to Chelsea yesterday.
    Mum said she wanted to look round the abbey and Chelsea groaned and said there was no way she was going to spend time staring at a pile of old stones. I would have liked to have gone with Mum because they say King Arthur is buried there and it’s kind of romantic. But I said I’d go with Chelsea who wasn’t too pleased but didn’t argue. It was like she was too depressed to bother. She walked off as if I wasn’t there and I was left to trail behind. Eventually she sat down on a bench and got her phone out. She was checking it for texts but I don’t think she had any. After a while I asked her what was up.
    ‘Nothing,’ she said, as I knew she would.
    ‘I know where you went yesterday,’ I told her,’ and it wasn’t to the cinema with Zoé. You sneaked off to Sophie’s party.’ That gave her a shock.
    ‘Do Mum and Dad know?’ she said, all panicked. But it was obvious they didn’t or all hell would have broken out.
    ‘Of course not,’ I said. ‘So what was it like then? Was it really good?’
    Chelsea didn’t say anything. I was about to tell her that if she didn’t tell me all about it, I was going to tell Mum and Dad where she’d gone (not that I would, but Chelsea didn’t need to know that), but when I looked at her, I saw that she was trying not to cry. A tear had escaped and was about to fall off the end of her nose. I didn’t have the heart to threaten her when she was in that state and I was just resigning myself to the fact that I’d never know what had happened when she said, or rather squeaked,’ I got to the party - I was going to surprise Josh - but when I got there I found him in the hot-tub with Sophie and they were . . . they were . . .’ She couldn’t carry on and had got all snotty, so I rooted around in my pocket and found an old tissue. Chelsea took it gratefully which just goes to show what a state she was in.
    In case I was in any doubt about what exactly Josh and Sophie were up to in the hot-tub she finally managed to blurt out,’ He was snogging her! I’m never talking to him again. Or her.’
    I did feel sorry for Chelsea because she’s fancied Josh forever and he had invited her to the party after all, so I didn’t think it was unreasonable of her to be upset. Well, upset is a bit of an understatement - devastated, more like.
    And then Sophie was really mean to me and was laughing and said what made me think that Josh would be interested in me . . . and she said my bikini was chavvy and cheap-looking . . . it cost me thirty pounds!’This started her off sobbing again and I couldn’t blame her. That’s a whole month’s pocket money for her. And now she’d never be able to wear it again because of the bad memory.
    ‘And then she told me to get back to the council estate where I belonged.’She’d stopped crying now. Her face had set into a furious mask.
    ‘Living on the Ratcliffe estate doesn’t make me a bad person,’ Chelsea said.
    I suspect the real reason Sophie was mean had more to do with Josh than where Chelsea lives. Sophie has been perfectly happy to let her hang out with them - until Chelsea started to show an interest in Josh. That’s when Sophie decided Chelsea wasn’t good enough. I wondered if I should point this out but decided that Chelsea wouldn’t want advice from a twelve-year-old.
    ‘Just forget about it,’ I said. ‘She’s not worth it.’
    I’ve never understood why Chelsea wants to be friends with that crowd in the first place. I mean, they go skiing in the winter and abroad to places like Bermuda in the summer. What did she have in common with them?
    Chelsea was back to normal now, apart from a red nose, and we could see Mum coming.
    ‘Don’t you dare tell anyone any of this,’ Chelsea said quickly. I