Isnt That Funny, and Sad Too?

Okay, so, I used to be like best friends with this girl Jenni - with an i - , and I don’t mean like ‘BFF’s’ or anything, I mean like, we were totally inseparable. I could practically call her Mum mine, and vice-versa. I guess you could say we were friends before we were born because, well, we were. Her Mum and my Mum met at this private gym in Clontarf (yes, I know, it’s on the Northside, how embarrassing, but this was before Daddy’s company took off, so don’t judge me), where they were taking some special aerobics class for pregnant women or something, I can’t really remember the details. Anyway, three years later and they’re doing everything together – playdates, the lot. I guess Jenni and I didn’t really have much choice in the matter, but we ended up being best friends anway. Naturally, once we had both moved to Castlerock , we went to the same private school. Hideous uniform – I’m talking dickiebows, the works – but apparently it was a good choice of schooling for their little darlings. When it was time to decide on secondary schools, we naturally chose together. Both our families agreed that Loreto on The Green was a good enough school to choose. That’s when things started to change. I made friends with the sort of people I had grown up with, you know, cool people, the sort who wear Ralph Lauren polo shirts and Canterbury bottoms and Dubarrys. After I had thrown a minor tantrum, Daddy had to buy me a whole new wardrobe to match my chums. I really got myself a bit of a status in the school, right, but there was just one problem – Jenni. I mean, the girl didn’t even own a pair of Dubarrys for Christ’s sake! Whilst I was socialising with the elite, she was hanging around with these total geeks, like the types who sit in the Library at lunch time reading Harry Potter, like, come on! I still loved the girl and all, but she was like basically committing social suicide by even talking to them.
One Friday after school, we were sitting in Starbucks on Grafton...