KIRSTIE'S STORY - Best Friends!
 

(Next Day in a crowed corridor)

Joanne: Oh look, Kirstie the police informer.

Kirstie: Let me past Jo.

Joanne: It's Joanne to you, slag.

Kirstie: Whatever, just let me past.

Joanne: I'm not letting you past until you pay me back for landing me in it. How about you giving me your dinner money and I let you go?

Kirstie: You know I don't have dinner money. Can you please just get out of my way?

Joanne: Kirstie grass, Kirstie blabbermouth, Kirstie motormouth. Why should I? I told you I was going to get you.

Kirstie: Look, I told Mel it was your phone because they were going to the police anyway. They'd have traced it back to your mum's mobile cos she saved all your messages.

Joanne: You could have warned me though couldn't you? You could have said you thought you knew, so the police wouldn't have got into it. That's what a friend would have done. But then Mel's your friend now isn't she? So being friends with me doesn't matter, does it?

Kirstie: It wasn't like that Jo.

Joanne: She's got loads of friends and she has to go and steal mine. I don't know who I can't stand more, you or her.

Kirstie: Let me past Joanne.

Joanne: Make me. Hey everyone, look at her, almost crying just because she can't get to her next lesson.

Kirstie: Look, I didn't want to break friends with you, you started this.

Joanne: How can you say that? Have you any idea what it's like having the police come round your house all cos your supposed best mate grassed you up.

Kirstie: Yeah but it was you who sent the text messages in the first place... they were well out of order.

Joanne: But they weren't any of your business were they? You didn't have to go sticking your nose in.

Kirstie: Just let me go, Jo, okay?

Joanne: Go on then, blabbermouth. Oh, never mind. Doesn't take much to make you cry does it? I think they should call you blubbermouth.