I glanced over at my former best friend. She was sitting cross legged, her back facing me and her blonde hair pulled to the side, giving a perfect view of the tattoo on her neck. I looked at the tattoo on my wrist, we had gotten matching tattoos last summer. I stood up “Jessica, we have to talk about this.” Jessica turned her head. “There’s nothing to talk about Abbie…” She replied in a small voice. “We walked through a blooming wall!” Abbie almost shouted, she walked over to the wall and touched it, her hand disappearing…
BY DEARBHLA