that makes me feel guilty and then it
starts all over again.
Kia's really keen!! I feel so close to Kia. Probably
because she knows my stuff. Itz probably been the
biggest and scariest thing I've eva done telling Kia
about Dad. We haven't really talked much about it. But
I feel like now I'm ready to tell her stuff. Especially
about Mum and what really happened. I feel
awkward her not knowing the truth about that. Lies
are bad. I hate them.
Georgie's chuckles bounced up the stairs, followed by
Kia's 'Shhhh, Mum's asleep.'
Quickly, I slipped the diary inside Micki's sleeping
bag, hopped back into bed and pushed the pillow over
my face. People with headaches hate the light.
'Ace is asleep,' I heard Micki whisper.
'I'll just get my wallet and a jumper,' Georgie said.
'I am so hanging for hot chips from Pete's.'
'Aaarrrhhhhh.' I wiggled a bit and began to stretch.
I was starving. 'You're back,' I mumbled, lifting the
pillow off my face. 'What's the time?'
'Time for food,' Georgie replied, slipping on her
jumper. 'We thought we'd go down to Pete's milk bar
and get some hot chips.'
'Where's Kia?' I yawned.
'Having a hot shower,' answered Micki.
'It got freezing down there,' Georgie said. 'Kent had
us posing for over an hour.'
Micki groaned. 'It was embarrassing.'
I watched Micki fold up her sleeping bag. She didn't
hesitate. She didn't pull a face. Everything seemed to
be fine.
'You're a neat freak, Micki,' Georgie said. 'I don't
know why you roll up your sleeping bag every day.
You're going to be in it in a few hours.'
I knew why.
'So your head's okay?' Georgie asked me, smirking at
her clever double meaning. 'Do you feel all better now?'
'Yep. But is Kia pissed off with me?'
'She's over it. Kent was the one who said you
couldn't be in the photos.'
'What was that about?' Micki said. 'That was harsh.
I felt bad really bad for you, Ace.'
'Well . . .' I shrugged a bit. 'That's the way it is, I s'pose.'
'Your lips look blue,' Georgie said to Micki. 'You
should have a hot shower too.'
'My lips always go blue.'
'Yeah, but you don't want to get sick.'
'Have we got time?'
'Of course we do,' I answered instead of Georgie.
'It's not like we're going anywhere.'
'We're going to Pete's!' Georgie got down and
started doing sit-ups. 'This is what I call pre-hot-chip-pig-out training.'
'Go on. Go and have a shower, Micki,' I said.
A moment on my own with Georgie was what I
craved. I hadn't had enough of them – well, enough
good moments that didn't include her shouting at me.
I adored Micki and Kia but it was different with
Georgie. We had a soul connection. We could sense
what each other was feeling. I had told her all my
secrets. Everything. Because after my mum, she was
the person I could trust most in the world.
I got on the floor and started crunching with her.
The minute Micki was gone, I could tell her about what
I'd read.
'Four – five – six,' Georgie and I panted, as Micki got
her stuff together. 'Seven – eight – nine,' as Micki
walked to the door. 'Eleven – twelve – thirteen,' as she
closed the door behind her.
I stopped and grabbed Georgie's arm. 'What?' she
said. Up down, up down, she kept going.
'Stop!' I whispered. 'I have to tell you something.'
'What?'
'Did you know that Micki is going to live with Kia?'
'What?' Georgie froze in the upright position.
'Micki is moving in here. To Kia's.'
'To live?'
'Yes!' I nodded. 'So, Kia hasn't said anything to you?'
'No.' Georgie frowned. 'How do you know?'
I wasn't ready to confess. 'There's some big secret
about Micki's mum too.'
'But she's dead. Isn't she?'
'Who knows?' I hissed. 'Should we ask Kia?'
'Yeah, but when are we going to get the chance?'
'That's what I was thinking too,' I answered.
'Maybe Micki's dad's sick again?'
'You're going to have to grill Kia at camp, 'cause
we're not going to have the opportunity to do it here.'
'But I asked Micki if her dad was better and she said
he was. Hmm.' Suddenly Georgie's hands flew to
starts all over again.
Kia's really keen!! I feel so close to Kia. Probably
because she knows my stuff. Itz probably been the
biggest and scariest thing I've eva done telling Kia
about Dad. We haven't really talked much about it. But
I feel like now I'm ready to tell her stuff. Especially
about Mum and what really happened. I feel
awkward her not knowing the truth about that. Lies
are bad. I hate them.
Georgie's chuckles bounced up the stairs, followed by
Kia's 'Shhhh, Mum's asleep.'
Quickly, I slipped the diary inside Micki's sleeping
bag, hopped back into bed and pushed the pillow over
my face. People with headaches hate the light.
'Ace is asleep,' I heard Micki whisper.
'I'll just get my wallet and a jumper,' Georgie said.
'I am so hanging for hot chips from Pete's.'
'Aaarrrhhhhh.' I wiggled a bit and began to stretch.
I was starving. 'You're back,' I mumbled, lifting the
pillow off my face. 'What's the time?'
'Time for food,' Georgie replied, slipping on her
jumper. 'We thought we'd go down to Pete's milk bar
and get some hot chips.'
'Where's Kia?' I yawned.
'Having a hot shower,' answered Micki.
'It got freezing down there,' Georgie said. 'Kent had
us posing for over an hour.'
Micki groaned. 'It was embarrassing.'
I watched Micki fold up her sleeping bag. She didn't
hesitate. She didn't pull a face. Everything seemed to
be fine.
'You're a neat freak, Micki,' Georgie said. 'I don't
know why you roll up your sleeping bag every day.
You're going to be in it in a few hours.'
I knew why.
'So your head's okay?' Georgie asked me, smirking at
her clever double meaning. 'Do you feel all better now?'
'Yep. But is Kia pissed off with me?'
'She's over it. Kent was the one who said you
couldn't be in the photos.'
'What was that about?' Micki said. 'That was harsh.
I felt bad really bad for you, Ace.'
'Well . . .' I shrugged a bit. 'That's the way it is, I s'pose.'
'Your lips look blue,' Georgie said to Micki. 'You
should have a hot shower too.'
'My lips always go blue.'
'Yeah, but you don't want to get sick.'
'Have we got time?'
'Of course we do,' I answered instead of Georgie.
'It's not like we're going anywhere.'
'We're going to Pete's!' Georgie got down and
started doing sit-ups. 'This is what I call pre-hot-chip-pig-out training.'
'Go on. Go and have a shower, Micki,' I said.
A moment on my own with Georgie was what I
craved. I hadn't had enough of them – well, enough
good moments that didn't include her shouting at me.
I adored Micki and Kia but it was different with
Georgie. We had a soul connection. We could sense
what each other was feeling. I had told her all my
secrets. Everything. Because after my mum, she was
the person I could trust most in the world.
I got on the floor and started crunching with her.
The minute Micki was gone, I could tell her about what
I'd read.
'Four – five – six,' Georgie and I panted, as Micki got
her stuff together. 'Seven – eight – nine,' as Micki
walked to the door. 'Eleven – twelve – thirteen,' as she
closed the door behind her.
I stopped and grabbed Georgie's arm. 'What?' she
said. Up down, up down, she kept going.
'Stop!' I whispered. 'I have to tell you something.'
'What?'
'Did you know that Micki is going to live with Kia?'
'What?' Georgie froze in the upright position.
'Micki is moving in here. To Kia's.'
'To live?'
'Yes!' I nodded. 'So, Kia hasn't said anything to you?'
'No.' Georgie frowned. 'How do you know?'
I wasn't ready to confess. 'There's some big secret
about Micki's mum too.'
'But she's dead. Isn't she?'
'Who knows?' I hissed. 'Should we ask Kia?'
'Yeah, but when are we going to get the chance?'
'That's what I was thinking too,' I answered.
'Maybe Micki's dad's sick again?'
'You're going to have to grill Kia at camp, 'cause
we're not going to have the opportunity to do it here.'
'But I asked Micki if her dad was better and she said
he was. Hmm.' Suddenly Georgie's hands flew to
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