FRIDAY 27 MAY

Walked home with Jess, Molly, Amber, Poppy, Daniel and Theo and I felt really mature hanging out with the boys too, sort of like proper adults.

We stopped off at the fish and chip shop on our way. A lot of the kids from Kingswood High go there after school on Fridays, which is funny because it’s called FRYDAYS – geddit? Personally, I love a good pun. If I owned a chippy I’d call it Friendchips and I’d give all my mates a fifty per cent discount because I’m nice like that.

Mostly it’s the older kids who hang out there, but lately more of the Year Sevens have started going too. The girls all stand about twiddling their hair in the hope that the boys will buy them some chips. You wouldn’t catch me doing hair twiddling though, as it’s not very feminist behaviour – see, I’m quickly becoming an expert!

You can tell how much someone likes someone else by the type of chip purchase they make. We made up an unofficial scale called the CHIPOMETER OF LOVE.

Basically, if you’re single you buy your own chips, but if you’re going out with someone OR want to be going out with someone, then this is how it works …

Interested in someone: chips.

Really like someone: chips AND curry sauce.

Practically in love: cheesy chips!

Soulmates: chips and a battered sausage on the side.

‘You want some chips, Lottie?’ Daniel asked.

Inside, I’m like OMG OMG!!!!!! He wants to buy me chips so he deffo still likes me. But then I remembered about being a feminist.

So I said, ‘I do. But I’m a modern woman, so I’ll buy them myself!’

He looked a bit confused, but Jess gave me a high-five. I think that means I’m getting it right now.

It was such a sunny afternoon that once we’d all collected our orders (Theo bought Molly chips and curry sauce – WOW!) we went to sit on the green opposite the chippy to eat them.

We started talking about what to do on our double date next week.

‘How about bowling?’ suggested Theo.

‘I’m in!’ said Daniel.

‘Yes, that sounds fun,’ said Molly.

I didn’t think it sounded fun at all because I’m terrible at bowling unless I use the gutter-blocker things that generally become socially unacceptable after the age of six.

I didn’t want to be the difficult boring one though, so I just said, ‘Bowling is cool with me!’

We’re going next Wednesday at 3 p.m., followed by dinner afterwards. We considered going to McDonald’s, but then decided to be dead classy and book Pizza Hut instead.

I’m going to a proper restaurant with a boy I like – wahooooo!