Reggie & Me Read Free

feelings about it. I want to see them, but it will only make it harder to say goodbye. I thought that leaving them would be the hardest part of moving, but I’m actually looking forward to a clean break.
    I know that my friends did their best, and I know that if I were staying here I’d be making much more of an effort to see them, which would make things much better much quicker.
    When Mum told me about getting a dog my first thought wasn’t to tell my friends, it was whether my new friends would like him and come over to our new house.
    I haven’t even met these friends yet.
    Writing about Reggie is as exciting as talking to someone about him. I’m not sure if that makes me a bit of a loser or just a realist about the changes that are coming. Maybe I’ve just grown up in a different way because of what’s happened.
    I see things differently now and understand that there’s more to life than worrying about who is talking about you, or who fancies who. Two days to go and I’ll be unpacking in my new room. I’ll be making a fresh start and preparing for a whole new adventure.

Five
    Today has been full of mixed emotions. I’ve gone from not wanting to leave at all to being ready to pack the car and never come back. Maybe I was naïve to think it would just be like old times. The day started off okay as we went into town. This is something we have done a million times, but sometimes it just felt fake, like we were all having a day out together because we felt we should, not really because we wanted to. We made the most of the morning though. We’d tried on outfits we couldn’t afford and put on ridiculous make up before the shop assistant came over to ask if we needed any help. Her tone of voice didn’t exactly make us think she wanted to really help us at all, and we made a very quick exit. In one shop I actually laughed so hard I cried as we were all trying on clothes that our grandmothers would be too embarrassed to wear, and wondered how I would ever cope with moving away and starting again.I wanted a fresh start when it happened; I wanted to escape. But while I was standing in that shop, laughing with my friends, I couldn’t imagine my life any other way.
    That feeling didn’t last long. We decided that we’d go for a pizza and, without the distraction of shops and grumpy assistants, we struggled to find things to talk about. We went through the usual stuff like laughing about things that had happened in school. The only thing was that I didn’t remember most of them happening as I wasn’t told at the time. Apparently the snotty head boy had been caught around the back of the PE store with a girl from Year Nine, and one of two of the girls in our year, who had been voted most likely to be pregnant before the exams (it was an unofficial vote!), had phoned up to be on Jeremy Kyle. It seems that there were lots of funny things happening while I was desperately wishing my friends would just make an effort to talk normally around me. Although, maybe if I wasn’t so busywishing they’d act normal and just tried to act normally myself, I would have known what was going on and had a great distraction. I don’t know if knowing someone who has appeared on Jeremy Kyle should count as a claim to fame, but it would definitely have been a distraction. It took so much effort for me to get to school and get through the day that I almost then expected everyone else to make the rest of the effort on my behalf. ‘Normal‘, what is that anyway?
    I thought I’d give it a go while we were waiting for our pizza to arrive and just laughed along with them and asked a couple of questions about what happened. It was just too easy. They told me the stories, we laughed and it felt ‘normal‘. It felt good. Then as our food arrived and we got stuck in, someone asked if I was looking forward to moving. All eyes turned to me and as I looked up, it hit me that this would probably be the last time that we would all be sitting