After months of fleeting glances, ‘accidental’ brushing of hands and a lot of football, Allison and Crissy finally got together.

Allison: I can’t believe we fly home tomorrow.

Marigold: Yep. One dumb school trip to see a statue left, and then a party. That’s it. 

Allison: I quite like the trips.

Marigold: Pfft. (Pause) So...you and Deidre...Aspen and Peter...

Allison: Aspen and Peter?

Marigold: Oh yes. 

Allison: Finally.

Marigold: Urgh. No. Not finally...I don’t know what she’s said to him, but I swear she’s turned him against me. We used to get on so well, and now he won’t even speak to me...

Allison: Sounds like jealousy to me, Mari.

Marigold: I…I wanted to apologise. Things happened so quickly after…after I pushed you, and I haven’t had the chance to start making things up to you. I had a lot of anger, and I’m not going to lie…sometimes I still get that feeling in my gut, but I know what I did was wrong. All of it.

I know…I know Aspen will probably never forgive me…but I was hoping you would at least give me the chance to say…to say sorry. Because I am, Alli, I’m so so sorry.

Allison: Things could have been so much worse, Mari. 

Marigold: God, I know…I…I can’t begin to make things up to you…I just wanted to say I’m sorry before I go.

Allison: You’re going back to the school?

Marigold: …no…I’m…I’m going somewhere else.

Allison: What?

Marigold: Trust me, I know what I’m doing.

Allison: Mari…

Marigold: Promise me you won’t tell. 

Allison: Only if you promise me you’ll stay until after our birthday. We’ll make mum and dad keep you here, not send you back.

Marigold: …okay. I promise.

Allison: Hey…hey, Dee. Listen, ummm…I’ve been doing some thinking, and I don’t know how much longer I can do this. You mean a lot to me, but recently I’ve been thinking that maybe it would be better if we just let things…I don’t know. Let things go? I’m sorry. 

Deidre: I…wow. Okay. I…you mean a lot to me too, Alli. But…hearing you say all of this, I…I think you might be right. Maybe it was too much. I don’t know…can we still be friends?

Marigold: You got my text then?

Allison: Yeah. What do you want, Mari? Couldn’t we just...

Marigold: What? Talk at the house?

Aspen: It’s okay, we can just-

Peter: No. Look, I know you want to be a princess and do the nice dancing and...it’s not me, okay. I told you it wasn’t me.

Aspen: You think I’m trying to be a princess? Do you think I’m spoiled?