Why is she here? Why the hell is she here? How dare she come! I hate her. No I don't. Yes, I do. I wish she would just go and die. I hate her. But whatever. I've got bigger things to concentrate on. Like finding my stupid phone charger!!!
In the end I give up, then remembering that Tanya borrowed my phone charger. I'll never get it back now. "Ivy-y-y...!!", I call. I hear footsteps, and then see her small, pale face and her long, ebony hair appear around the door. "Yep?" She answers. "Can I borrow your phone a minute?". She sighs and nods. Ivy disappears and then reappears a few minutes later. She hands her phone over. She's got a smooth black Nokia. (But I've got an iPhone 6 so !).
I quickly log on to messages and look at my notifications. I've been tagged in a photo. I furrow my eyebrows and frown, but I click on it. I clench my jaw and sniff hard to stop myself from crying. How did they know? How did they know what Charlotte did to me?....
