I bet you are wondering. I bet you are thinking what nearly killed you- and what I am on about. So you have probably got it, that I am so close to Jenna. And well she is sixteen, and there are complications, because we live in a bloody care home.
It all started when we were on Jenna's room; Callum and me. We were talking.
"I got the latest issue of Girl talk." she saia.
"I wonder what the latest gossip is." Callum said. We stared at him. Did he just say that out loud? But he just lay there like everything was normal.
"Hanging our with girls is really rubbing out on you." I joked.
"Yeah." He laughed hardly. See that was the good times, you get what I'm saying, but how were we to know the bad times were heading round the corner, in the shape of the social worker, taking form in words? We hear a slight knock. I whisper to them," Ignore it! Probably someone trying to nag us!" They giggle slightly.
"This is urgent, Jenna!" Jenna gets up, and opens the door.
"Please come into my office. I need to have a word." the social worker says, and Jenna goes. I sat up, tapping Callum, who was reading Girl Talk. I laughed and he pulled a face. I stared at him. I layed down besides him, and he sighed. He squeezed my hand tightly. "Jenna and us, together forever, the best of friends" And I agreed. Moments later, Jenna came in. She looked upset. She sat between us, and hugged her cushion.
"Are you okay?" I asked, sitting up beside her. She nodded, indicating yes, but, she was obviously upset. I braided her short, jet black hair. That is what I did when she was upset, and usually she would cheer up, but not that day. She shrugged me off. I stared at Callum for a while. The silence was upward. We could not just change the topic. She was upset. We needed to find out why. I elbowed her,"Tell us. We are your best friends." I said. She stands up, opening the door, then she shouts. "OUT"