Where Rainbows End Read Free

important to tell Rosie and it just couldn’t wait.
    Mr. Simpson:
    So I see Alex, congratulations.
    Alex:
    Eh . . . how do you know what it was . . .
    Mr. Simpson:
    I think you two would find it interesting sometimes if you listen to me every now and again. You can really learn some useful tips like how to keep an instant message private so everyone else on the other computers can’t see.
    Alex:
    Are you telling me other people in the class can read this?

    love, rosie
    17
    Mr. Simpson:
    Yes I am.
    Alex:
    Oh my god
    Rosie:
    Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Mr. Simpson:
    Rosie!
    Rosie:
    Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
    Mr. Simpson:
    ROSIE!!!
    Rosie:
    Yes sir.
    Mr. Simpson:
    Get out of the class now.
    Alex:
    Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
    Mr. Simpson:
    You too Alex.

chapter 3
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    from:
    Rosie
    to:
    Alex
    subject:
    Julie’s house party
    Hiya, long time no see . . . I hope they’re not working you to death down there in “the office.” I’ve hardly seen you at all this summer. There’s a party at Julie’s house tonight so was just wondering if you wanted to go. I don’t really want to go on my own . . . anyway I’m sure you’re busy in that office doing whatever it is you do so just ring me when you get a chance or e-mail me back.
    from:
    Alex
    to:
    Rosie
    subject:
    Re: Julie’s house party
    Rosie, this is just quick e-mail real busy. Can’t go out tonight, promised Bethany would go to cinema. Sorry! You go and have fun, Alex Rosie,
    Hello from Portugal! Weather here really hot. Dad got sunstroke and all mum does is lie by the pool which is really boring. Not much people here my love, rosie
    19
    age. Hotel quiet (on front of postcard) and it’s right on the beach as you can see. You would love to work here! I’m bringing home a collection of those little shampoos and shower caps and stuff that you love. The bathrobe is too big to fit into my bag. See you when I get back, Alex from:
    Rosie
    to:
    Alex
    subject:
    Catching up?
    Heard you got back from your holidays last week, haven’t heard much from you lately . . . fancy going out tonight to catch up?
    from:
    Alex
    to:
    Rosie
    subject:
    Re: Catching up?
    Sorry have been so busy since I got back. Got you pressie. Can’t go out tonight but will drop your pressie by before I head out.
    from:
    Rosie
    to:
    Alex
    subject:
    Re: Catching up?
    Didn’t see you last night, I want little shampoos ha ha.
    from:
    Alex
    to:
    Rosie
    subject:
    Re: Catching up?
    Heading to Donegal for the weekend, Beth’s parents have a little “hide-away” there. (That’s what they call it.) Will drop your pressie by when I get back.

    20
    Cecelia Ahern
    To the most inconsiderate asshole of a friend, I’m writing you this letter because I know that if I say what I have to say to your face I will probably punch you.
    I don’t know you anymore.
    I don’t see you anymore.
    All I get is a quick text or a rushed e-mail from you every few days. I know you are busy and I know you have Bethany, but hello? I’m supposed to be your best friend.
    You have no idea what this summer has been like. Ever since we were kids we pushed away every single person that could possibly have been our friend. We blocked people until there was only me and you. You probably haven’t noticed, because you have never been in the position I am in now.
    You have always had someone. You always had me. I always had you. Now you have Bethany and I have no one.
    Now I feel like those other people that used to try to become our friend, that tried to push their way into our circle but were met by turned backs. I know you’re probably not doing it deliberately just as we never did it deliberately. It’s not that we didn’t want anyone else, it’s just that we didn’t need them. Sadly now it looks like you don’t need me anymore.
    Anyway I’m not moaning on about how much I hate her, I’m just trying to tell you that I miss you. And that well . . . I’m lonely.
    Whenever you cancel nights out I end up staying home with Mum and