When I got home, Rosie was curled up on the sofa. Her eyes were red and tear stricken. "What's the matter, Rosie?" I asked.

"Mum?" She bawled. Mum came in the front room. She looked like she'd been crying as well, and then she hugged me. Mum never hugged me. "Mum, what's wrong?" I asked, slightly perturbed by what she was doing.

"It's Bonnie."


"Bon. She's been involved in an accident. Some bastard cut across her."

"What? You're joking, aren't you?" I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Rosie begun to wail.

"She's being airlifted to hospital. It doesn't- sound- too good." Mum squeezed me hard, and then she begun to wail as well.

"But, she can't-"

"We don't know." Mum cried. I almost collapsed on the sofa. No way. Bon and I were just beginning to get along. Rosie, mum and I joined and wailed together in a group hug until the phone rang. "That was the police," Mum said, finally answering the phone, wiping tears from her eyes. "They're taking her to King's College."

"What's wrong with her? What happened?" I asked while cuddling Rosie, who was still curled up in a ball.

"I don't know. All they said that-" tears begun to fall from her eyes again, "-a coma."

"But when did she crash? She can't have driven too far if they're taking her to King's." I guess it was ironic, but remembering back to it, the TV was on a channel showing the travel news. It was telling us about a junction on the M25 being closed due to an accident. "We need to go and see her!" I demanded.

"No," mum replied, "We'll be too much of a hassle now. We'll go tomorrow."

"What about school?" Rosie asked, after finally calming down.

"I'll tell them that something happened."

"No, that's all right." I interrupted. If mum had told the school, a teacher would have told the class. I didn't want Viola's little gang rubbing it in. "I don't think the school will notice that I'm missing at all."

"If you say so," there was a brief pause, "why don't you and Rosie go to bed to calm down, ok?" I let go of Rosie as she nodded. We both went to our bedrooms.

I closed my door and let out a room shaking scream. Then I punched my headboard. Then I screamed again. Punching headboards hurt, and I couldn't get any sleep. Any which way I turned, I couldn't get any sleep. I just kept thinking about the weekend with Bon and how much I enjoyed it. Then it flash forwarded to when we were in Westfield with Viola insulting Bon. That made me angry enough to get up and punch the air. I seriously couldn't get back to sleep after that. Lying in the dark, I kept imagining what the accident looked like. I sat up again and cried.

'What are you crying for? You hated Bonnie!'

'What do you mean "hated"?'

'Well, she's in a coma-'

'She's not dead yet!'

'Fine. You hate her.'

'So? Even if I do, we're still family.'

'Yeah, whatever.'

My eyes stung. I left the bed and grabbed my netbook, switching it on in the process. I scrolled onto my FaceBook page, scanning the usual twenty statuses Viola put up at my expense and switched over to a news website. Most of the local news seemed to be reporting about the accident. My mind again switched to Bonnie, and again I begun to cry.