Huddled together, me and my friend Kelly could barely speak for laughing as we gossiped away. Kelly, 13, was one of the coolest girls at school. She even pulled off wearing the stiff blue skirt and yellow shirt that was our uniform.
Fearless and bold, she was a world away from the shy, uncertain, naive girl I was, even if we were the same age.
So, when she invited me out for the evening, I didn’t hesitate to say yes.
Mum and Dad weren’t too pleased, suggesting she might be a bad influence on me, but we had a plan to put their worries at ease.
‘Kelly’s staying with her grandma while her mum’s out of town, so we’ll be staying there,’ I lied.
In fact, Kelly was telling her…
