Dear Mr Fitzwilliam,
I got my GCSE results yesterday and I just wanted you to know that I got eight GCSEs! Level 7 in English Lit and Language and a level 6 in Maths. And a B in Spanish! And I just wanted to say thank you, for everything. For looking out for me. Even when I probably didn’t deserve to have you looking out for me. For sorting it all out with the social services. For sorting it out with Bess and her mum. It was a bit squashed living there those few months but I’ve moved back with Dad for the summer and I’ve got my own big room down here so it’s been really nice. Mum’s doing OK. She’s in a hospital in Weston-super-Mare and me and Dad and Ethan go and visit her every other day. I don’t know what will happen after the summer. I’ve got the grades for the sixth-form place I wanted but I’m not sure now if I’ll go back to Melville. I’m going to think about it.
Anyway, I hope you’re OK. It’s terrible what happened to you and Freddie. I think about you both a lot. If you’re ever down in Weston-super-Mare, come and say hello. It would be great to see you.
Lots of love,
Jenna Tripp
