It was my fault. I invited vipers into my den. When it came time to send out invites to my 12th birthday party, I padded the list with my frenemy, Lindsey, and friends of friends like Lela and Rachel until I had as many guests as I now had years. Several of them probably resented spending their Sunday afternoon at the home of a girl they barely knew, but once the invites get sent out,…

The glorious Rae Earl on what to do with one's teenage detritus: As a lifelong hypochondriac, I have had a will since I was seven. Its conditions have changed over the years (I don't think my brother wants my Smurf collection any more), but one codicil has remained unchanged since 1989. In the event of my death from a horrific tropical disease or a burst appendix, my best friend Mort must go to my…