Over the next few days, I sent Alice lots of e-mails, but they all came bouncing straight back to me like stupid, unwanted boomerangs. I didn’t know why. Alice was always better with computers than I was. She would have understood. But there wasn’t much point in e-mailing her to ask why my e-mails weren’t getting to her, was there?
Mum said I could phone Alice instead, but only on Saturday when long-distance calls are cheaper. I wonder how come she always knows that kind of thing?
School didn’t improve as the week went on. But then, I hadn’t really expected it to. At twelve I was too big to believe in easy solutions.
Melissa and her buddies loved being in sixth class. They sort of sailed up and down the corridors, flicking their hair and wiggling their bottoms, and all the little kids looked up to them like they were real important.
In the yard, they sat on the benches, and tossed their hair some more, and tried their best to look cool and sophisticated. Jane spent yard time reading books about boring stuff like ancient history. Ellen and Emma walked around in their own little world, as if no-one else even existed. And all the boys played football. Even the boys who hated PE played football. I suppose it’s their way of being part of the gang.
Miss O’ Herlihy is nice enough. For a teacher. She smiles a lot, but for some reason even the boldest kids do what she says. She was nice to me, and talked to me in a gentle, interested kind of voice. Like she really cared. I wondered if she was sorry for me because it looked like I had no friends. Sometimes I felt like telling Miss O’Herlihy that I did have a friend, but that she moved away. Then I thought that sounded really silly, so I didn’t say it. Maybe she knew anyway. Maybe the other teachers told her. Maybe not though. I bet they had more interesting stuff to talk about in the staff-room. Like where to buy cheap baked beans, and quick ways to mark maths copies and stuff.
At last Saturday morning came. At eight o’ clock, I went in to Mum and Dad’s room.
‘Can I phone Alice now? Remember you promised?’
Dad poked his head from under the covers.
‘Huh. It’s a bit early, isn’t it? Bet her mum isn’t home yet.’
Mum kicked him under the duvet, and he didn’t say any more. I knew what he meant though. Dad thinks Alice’s mum goes out every night, and stays out really late going to clubs and things. Still, maybe he’s just jealous, because he never goes anywhere except to work and soccer matches.
Mum gave Dad a really cross look. She smiled at me.
‘No darling, don’t ring just yet. They might still be in bed. Wait until half nine.’
I went back to my room and waited. It seemed like a very long time. I looked at the picture of Alice and me that I kept next to my bed. It was in a ‘Best Friends’ frame, that we agreed was a bit babyish, but just about cute enough not to matter. Alice had one the same. I felt sure she wasn’t looking at hers. She was probably planning what to wear to a party in a new friend’s house. Or wondering which of her new friends to go shopping with. Maybe she had taken my picture out of the frame and replaced it with a photo of one of her new friends. Alice wasn’t disloyal by nature, but she was smart. I wasn’t much good to her when I lived so far away. I couldn’t blame her for trying to make new friends. The thought of that made me really sad, though.
At last half past nine came. I took the portable phone into my room, and dialled the number Alice had given me.
Alice answered after only three rings. Her voice was kind of quiet.
‘Hello?’
‘Hi, Al. It’s me, Meg. How are you?’
‘Meg!’ She said it in a real excited way that made me feel happy and sad at the same time.
‘Meg,’ she said again. ‘It’s great to hear from you. How’s school?What’s Miss O’Herlihy like? How is Melissa? How are you?’
I laughed. Alice was always in a rush to talk. Like she had too many things to say, and not enough time to say them all.
‘Well. School’s awful without you. I have to sit next to Jane.’
‘Ouch. Poor you.’
Then I felt a bit mean. ‘Well, Jane’s not so bad. Just kind of boring you know. We don’t have a whole lot in common, you know. Miss O’Herlihy’s nice – for a teacher. Melissa was always awful anyway. And I feel awful.’
Alice spoke quietly. ‘Yeah, I know. My school’s OK. The teacher’s nice. And the kids are too. But they all have their own friends, and I know they’re only being nice to me because the teacher asked them to. They’re kind of polite and friendly for a little while, and then they rush back to their old friends, looking kind of pleased with themselves for being so nice to the “new girl.” My uniform is yuck. It’s brown like your dad’s car. And the material is all scratchy. And the tie is the colour of your old fish’s skin before it died. And our apartment is kind of boring. It’s all painted a kind of light creamy colour. Mum says it’s minimalist. I think it looks as if the owner was too mean to buy much furniture. There’s no garden. Just a balcony. When you stand on it all you can see is the car park. I hate it.’
Iwasn’t sure what I should say to that. ‘Do you miss your dad?’
She gave a scornful kind of laugh. ‘Course I do. Wouldn’t you?’
Then I felt kind of stupid. What kind of a daft question was that?
There was a moment’s silence, and then Al spoke again. ‘Hey, Meg, look out quick. Is Dad’s car there? He’s coming up to see me today.’
I went into the front room and looked out of the window. Her dad’s car was gone from its usual place.
‘No, Al. It’s gone.’
‘Great, he’s on his way so. He’s taking me to the zoo. Mum took us there on Monday after school, but I don’t think I should tell Dad that. He thinks it’s going to be a big treat. I’ll have to pretend to be really excited about it, which is a pain. The pandas stink really badly. Almost as badly as Darren Blake’s football boots.’
I giggled. ‘That bad?’
‘Yeah. That bad. And then, after the zoo, we’re going for pizza.’
‘Well,’ I said. ‘You love pizza. So at least that’ll be a treat, won’t it?’
Alice sighed. ‘Not really. We’ve had pizza three times this week already. The delivery boy knows all our names by now., and which kinds of pizzas we like. Mum says that with all the hassle from the move, she hasn’t time to be cooking as well.’
‘Is your dad going to stay with you tonight?’
‘No. Mum said they could be civilised, and he could sleep in Jamie’s room, but Dad said no. So he’s staying with our Uncle John. I wish he’d stay with us.’
I wandered back into my room and lay on my bed. ‘Maybe he’ll stay with you next time.’ I was fairly sure he wouldn’t, but didn’t like to say so. I changed the subject. ‘Have you fixed up your e-mail yet?’
‘No, but Dad’s going to connect up the computer for me tonight.’
She laughed then. ‘Mum tried to connect it, but she couldn’t get it to work. Then she got really mad. She threw the manual on the floor after a while. And then she said all the bad words she won’t let me use. Jamie copied her, and she banned him from sweets for the rest of the day. It wasn’t fair on him, but I wasn’t arguing, not with the mood she was in.’
I laughed. Al was always good at telling stories. I wanted to tell her that I missed her. That things were all different now that she was gone. But I thought that might have sounded kind of stupid. Only girls on the telly got away with saying that kind of thing.
So I told her about Rosie’s new back tooth, and Mum’s new haircut, and how Dad asked if the hairdresser was cross with her, and how they rowed for twenty minutes afterwards.
After a while, Mum tapped on the door and came into my room. She looked like she was still in a bad mood. She pointed to her watch. I held up one finger to show I wanted to talk for one more minute. She nodded and went back out.
‘I have to go soon, Al. When are you coming to Limerick? Will your mum let you come down soon?’
Alice made a sad kind of sighing noise.
‘I don’t think so. She says after all she’s paid up front for my music lessons, I’m only allowed to miss one if I’m nearly dead. I don’t know if I’ll ever be back again.’
I felt like crying, but that would have been too pathetic, so I very quickly said ‘Bye, Al. Talk to you next week.’
Then I hung up.
I lay on my bed and looked at the ceiling. I could see the glow-in-the-dark stickers that Alice had helped me stick up. She had thought of a very clever trick using a sweeping brush and a tiny piece of Blu-Tak. Alice always had great ideas. I really missed her.
I cried for a little while, but it didn’t make me feel any better, so I got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.
It was porridge.
As if I didn’t feel quite bad enough already.