We laugh about things like the time she fell in a recycling box at school.When Emma went in for her operation I made her a book to cheer her up while she was in hospital – funny pictures, photos of the two of us with sugary faces after we had tried to eat doughnuts without licking our lips!Remembering those conversations made me smile, but inside my heart was breaking that my best friend was not by my side on our special day.
Now I look at it to remember her and the good times.
I still have all the silly videos we used to record on the laptop. She raised more than £13,000 for Brain Tumour Research after her church minister, a father with young children, was diagnosed with a brain tumour.
I’m trying to carry on her fundraising work as I feel that makes her life count – and makes me feel as though I am keeping her memory alive.
I’ve arranged a lot of things in Emma’s memory at school.
We went to each other’s houses after school, had sleepovers, went to the park, shopping – all the normal things. We were part of a bigger group, but the two of us were very tight. I was on the way to school on the bus, and Mum texted me to go to reception once I got there. People didn’t talk about Emma and if they mentioned her name they would look at me and stop in case they upset me.
She had jumped in the car to come and tell me before I got to my classroom. It was something that just shouldn’t have happened. To begin with it was hard to concentrate, especially at school, as we used to spend so much time together.
Being only 14, our favourite conversation topic was boys.
We talked about getting married and having children who would grow up to be friends just like us.
The teachers said, ‘You can have as much time off as you want,’ but I just wanted to go to my lessons.