Phoebe Alexandra Davis

3 Rochdale Close, Wimbledon, London SW19 1AL

Phone: 0796 550 0713, Email: [email protected]

I am fifteen years old and am currently looking for part-time employment on evenings and/or weekends.

Curriculum Vitae

Education

Currently attending Kingston Sixth Form. Straight A student (apart from English Lit, Art, and History).

Other

I was awarded my cycling proficiency diploma in Year Five.

In my free time I enjoy going to the cinema. References are available on request.

I wouldn’t even give myself a job, but what can I possibly put on it that makes me sound interesting? I’ve done nothing in my life.

Friday, January 19 #ReturnOfTheDesignerCat

The runaway designer cat’s back.

Apparently it took no more than seventy-two hours for it to get shagged.

Today Polly said that she feels like she hasn’t really seen me for ages.

I can’t think why she would feel that way …

Anyway, I figured I’d give her a break because of her hormonal imbalance, and I agreed to go to the cinema with her and Training Wheels tomorrow.

Only now I feel like I’m the one with the hormonal imbalance, because why would I agree to that?

Saturday, January 20 #CinemaDateHell

I got to Kingston ridiculously early because I forgot that on a Sunday the bus only takes fifteen minutes versus an hour during school traffic. I went into the Bentall Centre to kill time, and guess who was there, right outside Starbucks, pretending to talk on her phone?

Miriam Patel.

And she was wearing the teeniest, tiniest belly top and no coat, even though it was, like, minus three outside.

Me (thinking whyyyyy are you everywhere?):…

Miriam Patel (ending her pretend conversation): Oh, hi, Phoebe, are you on your own? I’m meeting the girls at Starbucks, feel free to join us.

Me: Oh, hi, Miriam. No, thanks, I’m going to the cinema with Polly and Tristan. (Why oh why did I even have to mention him?)

Miriam Patel (scrunching up her face like she’s sucked on a lemon): Really? Because you know what they say—three’s a crowd.

I know that she only says these things because she’s trying to get a reaction, and I really wish she didn’t annoy me so much, but she does; she makes me bilious. I hope beyond hope that she froze to death in her teeny tiny top.

Unsurprisingly (because deep down I knew) things got worse. From the moment we said hello, it was awkward central with Polly and Training Wheels.

How is it possible that two people who used to talk all day every day since the beginning of time suddenly have nothing to say to each other?

Polly was trying so desperately to start a conversation between the three of us, but all I could see in her huge, dark eyeballs was her silent apology for no longer loving me the most.

And that’s fine.

I get it.

Things change.

But what happened next wasn’t fine at all.