The Friends Forever Collection

Needless to say I spent the morning jittering, in case for once Rachel didn’t go off to gaze at Tyrone and make sure her best friend wasn’t pinching him.

“What’d we do? If she doesn’t go? How’d we get out?”

“We could always climb through the window,” said Annie.

I ran across to look. It’s true there is an apple tree outside Annie’s window, but I knew I’d never be able to reach it. Heights make me go dizzy. And Annie has never been able to get more than a quarter of the way up the ropes when we do gym.

“We’d break our necks,” I wailed.

“I wasn’t serious,” said Annie. “I only said it ’cos of all the dithering you do.”

“But Rachel,” I moaned.

“You don’t have to worry about Rachel. She couldn’t stay away from Tyrone if you offered her a million dollars. I heard her on the phone last night. She’s got it so bad she couldn’t even say his name without stuttering … T-T-Tyrone!”

“I hope you’re right,” I said.

“I’m always right,” said Annie. “I’m your fairy godmother. When I wave my magic wand—” she snatched up a ruler from her desk and wafted it about “— all your wishes come true!”

She was right about Rachel. She isn’t always right; she is sometimes spectacularly wrong. But in this case she was right! Rachel came upstairs a bit later, when we were sitting good as gold, quiet as mice, with the CD player turned low as low could be, to tell us that she was going out for a couple of hours.

“You two just behave yourselves—”

“Or else,” said Annie.

“Yes! Or else. And keep that music down!”

What cheek! We couldn’t have turned it any lower if we’d tried.

“Some people are just never satisfied,” grumbled Annie.

A few seconds later the front door slammed shut.

“Now we can listen properly,” said Annie; and she turned the CD player up to practically full blast. “Let’s go and spy on her!”

We raced along the landing, into Annie’s mum and dad’s bedroom, which is at the front of the house.

“Hide behind the curtain! We don’t want her to see us.”

Giggling, I wrapped myself up in the curtain and watched as Rachel set off down the road.

“We’ll just give her time to get her bus,” said Annie. “We don’t want to go and bump into her at the bus stop.”

Help! I hadn’t thought of that! Suppose the bus was cancelled? Suppose we got there and she was still waiting?

“Oh, shut up!” said Annie, when I said this to her. “You’re behaving like your mum.”

Well! The last thing anyone wants to do is behave like their mum, so I obediently kept quiet and just worried silently inside my head, instead of out loud.

“You’re still doing it,” said Annie.

“Doing what?” I said.

“Flapping. I can tell from just looking at you.”

“Well, but you don’t think—”

“No, I don’t,” said Annie, without even waiting to hear what it was that I was going to say. “I’ve got it all planned. Just leave it to me.” She looked at her watch. “Every quarter of an hour. That’s when the buses run. We’ll go in quarter of an hour.”

Unlike me, Annie hadn’t bothered to get dressed up. She was wearing the same pink joggers she’d been wearing all week, though she had put on a clean top and a big old swanky cap (all pink and puffy) that she’s had for ages. But that was all right! It wasn’t Annie’s birthday treat. She wasn’t Harriet’s number one fan.

“I’ll just do a note for old Bossyboots,” she said.

She showed me what she’d written: WE HAVE GONE TO HAVE TEA WITH HARRIET CHANCE. WE WILL BE BACK SOON.

“Annieeee!” I stared at her, reproachfully. “I thought we weren’t supposed to tell anyone?”

“I’ve got to leave her a note,” said Annie. “We don’t want her getting in a panic and phoning the police.”

“But you promised!”

Annie stuck out her lower lip. What I call her stubborn look.

“Annie, you promised,” I said.

“OK! I’ll write another one.”

WE HAVE GONE TO TEA WITH HARRIET. WE WILL BE BACK SOON.

“How’s that? If I just say Harriet?”

I told her that that was much better. “It’ll keep her from worrying, but she won’t actually know where we’ve gone.”

“Right. So now will you please just stop flapping?”

I was still a bit scared what we might find when we got to the bus stop. If Rachel was there, we would have to hide in a shop doorway until after she’d gone. Then we’d miss our bus! Harriet would be kept waiting. She would be so cross – it would be so rude! I couldn’t bear it!

But then we got there, and I breathed this huge sigh of relief. Rachel was nowhere to be seen!

“Told you so,” said Annie. “All that flapping and fussing!”

“I can’t help it,” I said. “It’s my anatomy.”

“Your what?”

I hesitated. Perhaps I’d got the wrong word. “It’s the way I’m made. You can’t help the way you’re made.”

“You don’t have to give in to it,” said Annie. “When you feel a worry fit coming on, just think, everything will be all right … Annie says so!”