As soon as I got home I dived into my bed and dug my face int my pillow. I dug my face into my pillow and wept. Like a stupid child. Although if your Grandad had died, while on a rollercoaster, you probably wouldn't just ignore it when somebody made fun of you because you were scared of them for some strange reason, NOT!

I heard my phone buzz on my beside table. Could nobody leave me alone, to drown in my sorrows in peace? I ignored it. It buzzed again, and again, and again. I finally picked it up out of frustration. There were six new messages from Nigel.

Nigel123: Hey Bella, u ok?
: Hey Bella, of course ur not ok, I shouldn't have said that...
: Are you home?
: Can I come over, 2 help with homework?
: Ur gonna have to reply to me at some point you know Bella.
: I know ur in there Bella.

I sighed in exasperation. Could nobody leave me alone for literally five seconds? I better reply to shut him up.

Bella987: Hello Nigel, I'm fine, I am drowning in my beautiful tears. Yes I am home. I have already done all my homework so no need to come over. Yes I am in there somewhere but ima bout to leave to go drown in my sorrows. Goodbye :)

That should shut him up. I went downstairs to get my stash of Halloween candy. And yes, I still have it. The secret is, to keep it in the extremely cold box that lies somewhere in your kitchen- or otherwise more commonly known as a freezer. Just as I was unwrapping a Twix, I heard the doorbell ring. Whoever was at the door would have to wait, at least until I had finished my chocolate. Just as I was getting onto a packet of Skittles the doorbell rang, yet again.

I stormed to the door and threw it open."What are you guys doing here? You disturbed my chocolate eating fest. And how did you know I was home?" I demanded, hands on hips.

"Well firstly, you told me you where home." said Nigel, pointing to the phone in his hand,

"And secondly," said Amy, coming towards me.

They suddenly both embraced me in a bone crushing hug. It felt good to feel cared about. To feel loved. I was suddenly very grateful for my friends.

"C'mon guys, I have a feeling someone's not expecting me at the fair." I said, looking at their shocked faces, "I'll explain in the car, my dad can take us."

Walking into the fair brought back memories. Too many memories. And by that, I mean the bad ones as well. The accident had happened five years ago, when I was eight, but it was still a vivid memory. I shuddered, remembering that awful day.

It didn't take long to spot the popular group, although the devil was strangely, nowhere to be seen. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I nearly tripped spinning around nearly taking Amys' eye out. You wouldn't guess who stood before me with a sheepish expression on her face. The devil herself.

"Hey," she mumbled,

"Hi," I said, rather coldly.

She then said something so quickly it was impossible for me to make anything out of it.

"Pardon?" I said,

She sighed then said, "I'm really, truly sorry,"

I looked at her in bewilderment. Was she, apologising to me?

"Did you just apologise to me?" I asked, with my mouth still hanging open.

"Well, you can't really call it anything else can you? It's just, I've come to realise what a stupid, childish idiot, I was towards you and- and although I don't expect you to apologise, but I wanted you to know, I'm really sorry for everything I've ever said and done."

I couldn't believe my ears. I just couldn't.

After my confusion washed away I found myself saying, "Apology accepted,"

"C'mon," she said, "I'll show you the best ride,"

She led me away from Amy and Nigel, who were happily eating cotton-candy, to a short cue.

"This is the best ride," she said, "Oh and by the way, I'm Abby,"

"I'm Bella," I said, although I knew she already knew that.

After the cue shortened, I saw what the ride was. It was just a simple rollercoaster ride, no loop-di-loops, no upside down parts, just a simple ride that went up, and then down at a forty-five degree angle. Abby pulled me into one of the carts.

"Look Abby, I don't think this is such a good idea." I sad queasily,

"It's fine, trust me."

"No look Abby," I said, panicking, now that the carts were slowly moving upward, "I can't, and I don't know why!"

"Look, just trust me ok? Face your fears, you can do it, I know you can. You're a fierce person. Like, in a good way." she added.

I smiled weakly at her. I tried to steady my breathing. I could do this, I had to. And there was no going back now. Just breath, I reminded myself. I gripped my seat, so tight that my uncles turned white.

"Hold on tight," said Abby, grinning.

"You bet I am," I said nervously.

But as soon as we started to go down I seemed to forget to hold on. All my worries just vanished. I found myself putting my arms in the air and screaming. The wind blew the hair out of my face, and made my eyes water. But then it was over. It finished. The cart slowed down and I tuned back into reality, but only to find my worries gone.

Even as I sat at the table that night with my mum and dad eating dinner, my mind seemed to be free of worries. I was no longer on edge, worrying about school, or mum, or if my Grandad would be proud of me or not, because, at the end of the day, no matter what I did, I knew he would be.

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