Went to Liverpool today. Had a great time. Untill about 2 o'clock... We arrived at about 11, mum had insited we set off at 9, not to mine and Sam's amusement. But we did it. We got into the car and arrived for 11 in one peice bar a few arms and legs... But anyway, yes we arrived. And that is nowhere near the end of the story. The morning was cool. My mum and Tommy's mum were in the kitchen preparing the lunch, Poppy and Lizzie went upstairs to do their nails or something equally stupid, and Sam and Danny went away somewhere (we don't know exactly where, but legend has it they went upstairs to play on the X-box, allthough there has yet to be proof of this seeing as they went upstairs and seemed to dissapear into thin air). So that left me and ye olde Tommeh. So there was exchange of friendly banter for the first five minutes, how have you been, what you been up to etcetc, until Tommy said: "My parents have re-done all my bedroom and stuff. Everything's moved round." "Really?" "Yeah. All my stuff's packed away in the garage, all the furniture's moved and it isn't even blue any more, it's green. They've got rid of my old bed and got a new one. They didn't even tell me or anything, why would they do that?" I didn't even hear that last sentence, but the one before it was echoing round my head like a scratched CD. That bed. The bed we'd spent the entire week in when i was 10 and they first moved into the house because there was no heating and we were freezing cold. That bed that Charlie had got stuck under when we were 12 and playing hide and seek. The bed that I woke up in, lying next to Tommy last summer, and hoped that things would never change. Ever. But they have. "Lucy? Why did they do it?" "Wha... I... err... I don't know. Maybe they needed more room, Tommy." "Lucy, this house has 7 bedrooms. You'd struggle to find more room in a flippin' palace." "I really don't know, Tommy." (I was still stuck with that replaying scentence...) "Look, come and see." "'Kay." I didn't want to go. Something inside me told me not to. But I did, I just sort of followed Tommy upstairs, wanting nothing else but to go home. Right now. I saw the room. It was tidy, it looked quite nice actually. It had a sort of leafy green rail with a pale green colour and a creamy colour on the walls, and a green carpet. It was sort of spooky, like they'd actually tried to take away everything that was Tommy. All his posters had gone, all his stuff had been taken away so the drawers were empty, it was like one of those showrooms they have at furniture shops. Naked but neat. I went straight over to the spot behind the curtain, just above the curtain hook where we'd signed our names when we were little, and Tommy's mum made us stand in the freezing cold porch as a punishment. "Painted over. Everything's gone. It's all in the garage." I turned round and saw Tommy stood at the other end of the room with tears running down his face. Six months ago I would have like nothing better then to hug him and tell him everything was okay as long as I'm here. But now I didn't want to be here. I just wanted to go home. "Why did they do it? It's like they tried to get rid of me. Like they wanted nothing better to get me out and paint over my remains." "I really don't know Tommy." He was still crying. I was still staring at the back of the curtain. "I'll got get your Lit CD then." I could tell he was unimpressed by my lack of hugging and had gone off upset. It wasn't that I didn't feel bad for him. It was awful, just really really horrible what they'd done. And not even told him either. Not even called him to ask if he wanted to pick up his stuff or anything. I just felt like everything had changed. Not just the room, but me. I didn't feel the same. I didn't want to jump on him as soon as I walked throught the door. I didn't want to kiss him or cuddle him. It had gone, and I couldn''t get it back. Just like those names on the wall. Erased. I just sat on the bed, allmost waiting for it all to come back. Expecting for something to go "Ping!" so I could say, "There it is!" and run downstairs and hug Tommy. It didn't. I didn't. And I didn't move untill we were called for lunch. And I can't be arsed writing the rest because I'm tired and upset and in need of bed. So tomorrow.