Tell us your memories of teenage friendships to win £100 ELEMIS voucher and a copy of WATCHING EDIE! Post by 21 September

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Watching Edie by Camilla Way is a suspenseful psychological thriller which tells the story of a fateful friendship...

Before: Edie is the friend that Heather has always craved. But one night, it goes terrifyingly wrong. And what started as an innocent friendship ends in two lives being destroyed.

After: Sixteen years later, Edie is still rebuilding her life. But Heather isn’t ready to let her forget so easily. It’s no coincidence that she shows up when Edie needs her most.

Now: Someone has to pay for what happened, but who will it be? Heather or Edie?

Share your best (and worst!) memories of teenage friendships for a chance to win a copy of Watching Edie PLUS a £100 voucher from luxury skincare brand ELEMIS. Three runners-up will also win copies of the book.

This discussion is sponsored by HarperCollins Publishers and will end on 21 September

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Going to Tunisia for a week with x friend. Was like baby sitting a toddler, sulked because it rained, didn't like the food/ place/ people. Moaned it was sandy - we were by the beach . Wouldn't go on any trips - pushed me (by accident ) off a camel . We are no longer friends

Wandering around outside every weekend with fail, any weather!

My best friend and I did everything together from the age of 5. We always went to one or the others home for tea, and spent every Saturday outside till teatime. Then at 11 she suddenly dumped me for a girl who'd just started at out school. I've had several adult relationships end, but none of them were as traumatic as losing my best friend. I still miss her

Having a snow day from school and sledging at the local hilly park, on tea trays!
Clothes shopping in Newcastle every month and having lunch at Oliver's.
Simply hanging out, drinking tea and discussing life the universe etc.
We were not cool teenagers but we had fun.

I have hideous memories of teenage 'friendship' that desperate longing to be one of the cool gang and going back time and time again after they bitched and sniggered, and did that thing of whispering just loud enough for you to hear. Exclusion, nasty notes and bitching. Yuck!

In our teens, my best friend and I were about as opposite as imaginable in every way: background, upbringing, religion, nationality, worldliness, style, size, interests, everything. And yet we fitted well with each other and were comfortable with each other. None of our peers understood our friendship, and our circles of friends barely overlapped. Even my friend and I thought it a bit weird, but TBH we couldn't have cared less!

Spending years being the one who got the goofy boy on a double date because my best friend was blonde, petite and bubbly. I was tall, dark and sensible!

Being addicted to watching Dallas and chatting about it with friends every week after it had been on TV.

Daydreaming about boys.

We used to all cycle down to the beach and sit and chat for hours, or when the carnival was there, we'd be on the waltzers for hours (without feeling I'll, can't do that any more!)

Being dumped by my group just before a Duke of Edinburgh hike and camp. Devastated. A really kind girl invited me into her group and we had a blast. The best and worst of teenage girls, all in one day.

My happiest times were, when at 16 my two best friends and I got mopeds. Living in a rural area with dire bus service, it gave us such freedom to go out to other towns, go shopping, go the beach, cinema, swimming, anywhere we wanted within a reasonable distance.

Before we were pretty much confined to our village, unless we could scroonge a lift out and back, which wasn't often. Now we were FREEEEE.

In those days, though, the roads had a lot less traffic on then. It's much more dangerous now.

When I was at secondary school and in Year 8, I made friends with two girls who were in a difference class and who were already close friends. We were at a grammar school.

They were from a middle class background whereas my family back ground was strongly working class. It had taken me the whole of Y7 to come to terms with the social differences and expectations associated with attending a grammar school at this time.

I am not sure why or how it was that they accepted me and the friendship became a threesome. From the beginning - and as with all teenage friendships, there were constant tensions. One of the pair was a keen rider and went horse riding every weekend. It didn't come as a surprise to me when the second friend started talking about riding and the pair of them began to discuss their weekend trips to the stable. They would discuss in earnest when they were going and the names of the horses that they were asking their mothers to book for them.

It was only a couple of years later, when we were all in sixth form, that someone started talking about riding. I must have referred to the fact that it was something that I knew that they enjoyed in the past. At that point, they both laughed and admitted that they had made up all of the elaborate arrangements just to make me jealous.

I am still friends with both of them, but ironically the two friends no longer have contact. There was never a falling apart, but they just drifted away from each other once we had left school. It is a good lesson for all of us with teenage daughters about the fickleness of friendships at this stage!

Being into horses at school had both good and bad times. I was one of the "horsey" girls so was never one of the gang the boys liked and therefore got teased on the school bus. I also didn't have my own horse so wasn't one of the posh horsey girls. But me and my other pony mad school friends did have some brilliant times working at the local riding school and some lovely pony holidays together. I still look back at the photos now :)

Best:
Renting 2 hotel rooms with 5 girlfriends in Paris the minute we'd finished our O' Levels (OLD). Trashing said rooms with make up and bottles of cheap wine. Sleeping in 2 double beds and using the other room as a dressing room because we couldn't decide who'd sleep where. Going to late night cinema, clubbing and walking along the Seine at 6am. With French boys .

Worst
Finally ditching one of the friends (hallelujah) because she turned into a boyfriend stealing psycho. I realised this after about the third boyfriend (slow on uptake). Think single white female.

One of my favourite memories is having a TV day the day before GSCE results so we wouldn't be worried - we watched Ferris Bueller, The Breakfast Club, all six hours of Pride and Prejudice. Gossiped and ate pizza. The only sad thing is that I'm not close to any of those girls now. Bittersweet memories :)

Despite talking all day long at school and on the way home from school my best friend Helen and I still had so much to say that we spent our evenings (when we should have been doing our homework) writing in a letter book. We weren't allowed to hog the landline and it was before the days of mobile phones and social media so we would write a message in a nice notebook and deliver it to each other's houses. It was so nice to receive and read them. We were so encouraging of each other and got through many a heart break and infatuation.

We still have the books but now we gas away on watsapp. It's not the same but we still pour our hearts out like we used to. We've both had babies in the last year or so and its been great to share the experience with someone who knows me so well.

My teenage years were spent with my (still) best friend Amy, applying Sun-In to our hair, going halves on a 10-pack of Lambert and Butler and talking on the phone from 6pm (when calls were cheaper), until bedtime, after spending all day together!

My best friend and I would spend hours learning all the songs in Smash Hits and spontaneously bursting into song while walking along the street. I can still sing "Boxer Beat" word perfectly.

listening to top of the pops, going shopping at woollies for the latest no1.,reading Jackie and hanging the pin-up of the issue on the wall,horse riding and hanging out down the park til dark.

Staying up late into the night at my best friends house and writing notes to each other instead of talking so we didn't wake anyone up. But then getting extreme giggles which defeated the object.

I can still remember the first day I talked to my best friend from secondary school. It was the first week of year 7, first games session and we all had to walk along a road to the netball courts in a sports centre nearby. She had blonde hair down to her bum and was leading the way (having been there since primary school she knew the ropes). I headed up there and we walked together, chatting, instant connection. Two decades on and we're still friends, the kind that can not see each other for a little my time but when you do its just the same.

After watching many back to back episodes of Sabrina the Teenage Witch we promised each other we'd tell the other if we were actually witches on our 16th birthday (both too old to believe in such things, but just in case!) we decided to become 'blood sisters' after watching some rubbish on tv where the ultimate act of friendship was to each make a diagonal cut on the palm of your hand and then clasp hands. We painstakingly dismantled a pencil sharpener for the task but were too frightened/sensible to cut ourselves or each other. Instead we bonded over fancying the same boys and poking errant toads with spanners.

She was a great friend but we've drifted apart, I really hope she's as happy as we dreamed we would be as adults.

My best teenage memories were going around to each other's houses to get ready for a night out. Doing each others make up and hair (disasters!), sharing gossip on our latest crushes and singing along to our favourite music.

An Olympic triggered memory is being in a sports team that did well. Ah, that sense of belonging and achievement. Happy, healthier days! I wish I had never ending energy like I seemed to have then, now.

I remember drinking in the cloakroom before my school leaver's prom. I remember my friend that night wearing a long skirt as a dress and just hitching it up to her armpits. She still looked fabulous!

Best time of my life -sitting in the cafe at Bovisand with my friends and listening to Marvin Gaye. Shows my age!