Or even a Valentine’s e-mail. Or even a Valentine’s text. This wouldn’t have been a big deal six months ago because, back then, I didn’t know any boys who could send me any sort of Valentine’s greetings. But for a while back in autumn, I was very optimistic about the future because quite a few good things had happened.GOOD THINGS THAT HAPPENED LAST YEAR I got a drum kit and started a band called Hey Dollface with my best friends. We wrote some songs and played our first gig and even though I fell off the stage, people thought we were pretty good. I met the coolest, nicest, most gorgeous boy ever, who happened to deliver our newspapers every weekend, and he actually liked me and kissed me after the Battle of the Bands, despite the fact that I’d just fallen off a stage like an idiot, and then we started seeing each other. So that was all brilliant. But then there were bad things too, including one thing so bad it almost cancels the good things out.BAD THINGS THAT HAPPENED LAST YEAR My mother wrote a terrible book about a stupid girl and everyone thought it was about me.
