365 Days by KE Payne Page A

and is insisting on eating just Ryvitas and cottage cheese. Ryvitas are revolting! I told her it looked like a cork coaster so she told me, rather than criticising it, to taste it; so I did. It not only looks like a cork coaster, it tastes like one as well! Yuck yuck yuck! What IS the point? Have a burger, then run round the block, for God’s sake!
    Friday 27 April
     
     
    HRBH was chewing on what I thought was Uncle Buck’s bedding this morning, but she reliably informed me that it was muesli. I ate my toast, butter, and honey and pitied her. I think if I had to eat muesli every day I’d just pay someone to eat it for me—it would be worth every penny.
     
    She’s also taken up jogging (snigger) so I joined her on her run round the block tonight, ’cos I was sitting on the sofa having rude thoughts about Hannah and I thought it might take my mind off her. Never again! I got to the end of the road and got a stitch, so came home and watched the TV instead.
    Saturday 28 April
     
     
    Had a bit of a flirty MSN session with Hannah tonight. Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but there was some definite flirting going on between us, I’m sure of it. Is she sending me signals? Trouble is, I don’t want to act on those signals in case I’m wrong and make a right tit of myself!
    Sunday 29 April
     
     
    More flirting on MSN again which I loved, but which also worried me ’cos I think maybe it’s just her way?? I’m sure it must just be her way of being friendly. Yes, that’s it. She’s just being friendly.
     
    Good fun, though! I like the way it makes me feel.
    Monday 30 April
     
     
    Had a dentist’s appointment after school tonight. It wasn’t until 4:30 p.m., but I left school early anyway so I could get there in time to give my teeth a good scrub ’cos I’d been munching on Werther’s Originalsall afternoon and half of them were still stuck on my teeth.
     
    My usual dentist had broken his ankle backpacking across the Matterhorn and was currently being brought home from Austria in the back of an air ambulance or something. My emergency dentist greeted me at the door, thrust a latex glove-covered hand at me, and told me in a thick accent that she was called Anoushka and that she ‘vanted to hexamine tees’, which threw me a little. I smiled nervously at her and hopped into the chair, where she proceeded to stare down at me through heavily made-up Slavic eyes and told me to open ‘vide’.
     
    Anyway, she seemed pleased enough with my teeth, muttering encouraging sounds from behind her mask and telling me ‘teess ees good’ every now and then, whilst poking at my gums with something rather too sharp for my liking. She told me that my ‘teess ees verrrry good, but gumss no so good’, and told me not to worry so much about cleaning my teeth, but to concentrate more on my gums when I clean my teeth. Brilliant! Fifteen years of cleaning routines and now Russian Rita tells me I’ve been doing it all wrong!
     
    Pleased that my teeth are okay and that I didn’t need any fillings, though. Had a Werther’s Original on the way home to celebrate. There’s no shame in it!
    Tuesday 1 May
     
     
    Hannah asked me at lunchtime today about Ben, which I thought was a bit strange, bearing in mind:
     
We broke up ages ago.
We only went out on four dates anyway!
     
    I didn’t think that Hannah even knew I’d gone out with him, so I don’t really know why she wanted to know about him.
     
    She asked me how long me and Ben had dated for, so I told her it wasn’t very long, because, well, it wasn’t very long! Just a couple of weeks, really. And weeks of hell on my part at that!! Then she asked how long exactly, so I told her, and she just nodded.
     
    I was really vague, ’cos I felt uncomfortable talking to her about him, and if I’m honest I don’t wanna be reminded of the little runt, but she just went on and on about him. She asked me why we split up, and was it me or him who did the dumping, so I told