sleeping with the best friend

The day I met Julia was our very first day at school. There I was, a skinny five year old with freshly trimmed hair and neatly pressed dungarees, who skipped into the playground holding her mum's hand. And there was Julia. She had two, carrot-coloured ponytails, tied up by flame red ribbons. She bounced up to me and said, 'You're going to be my best friend,' and that was fine by me because I had already warmed to this chubby girl with a big smile