Pretty little secrets

M is for Megan?

1 Week Later
POV- Mila

'New school year, new chance! You should probably ditch the new look for something a bit more you.. The real you. Oh wait, only I would know about THAT side of you. Just a hint: the emo image gives it away that you have something to hide. Anyone can tell that youre guilty for what happened last summer, its written all over your miserable face. - M'

That was the first text. Unknown number, signed M for Megan. I had just assumed that it was some kind of sick joke, this past year there has been been plenty from wannabe bitches and douchebags that are bored with their own pathetic lives so for some reason decide to try and interfere with somebody else's. I was about to delete it from my phone until more constant messages started rolling in... And it wasnt just texts. Letters in my locker, under my pillow, slipped into my undergraduates English textbook.

'I know EXACTLY what happened last year. I was kinda the highlight of the summer remember? You're just as guilty as Aubs and Kalani so maybe you should get the group back together. You may find out that they know a lot more than they're letting off. Keep your friends close.... -M'

This message sent me on a fucking roller coaster of emotions. First I was scared. Like so fucking scared, my dad didnt know how to feel. For the past year he has been desperate for me to express how I feel, honestly. So when he noticed that ive began to spend more time with him he think that this is atleast a step in the right direction. When, in reality, the only reason I spend time with him is because i have no choice. I need to stay at home because im scared out of my fucking mind.

Apparently my new image change and the sudden slip of my grades isnt enough for him to figure out that this is how I express my ridiculously complicated emotions. All he really wants is for things to go back to how they used to be. He's still in love with my selfish bitch of a mom, I just know it. But they're over now; things are never gonna go back to how they were, Megan isn't here so how could they? Ive spent the past year trying to convince that niggling doubt in the back of my head that she is never coming back, why would she come back to this hell hole? I know I wouldn't.

'TActful Little Kids Talk abOut THeir issuEs Mostly Near Other Women.... figure it out-M'

TA. L. K. T. O. TH. E. M. N. O. W.
TALK TO THEM NOW.
This isn't a joke. This is serious. I don't know who 'm' is or what they want from me. Or us. But this is serious and increasingly developing to the point where its getting out of hand. I think I'm gonna go along with it. On Monday i will arrive at school with a fresh face and a 'positive attitude'; i will march right up to Aubry and Kalani, drag them away from the ccp posy and attempt to befriend them. And if it doesn't go my way then hey, at least i tried. I cant let this get serious. I just cant.

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"Who is THAT?!"
"Woooow i think i would remember a babe like that!"
"Is that Mila Brady? I heard that was Mila Brady."
"Geek turned emo freak turned pretty chic wow Mila.."
"That jacket is to DIE for! I hardly recognise her without
the black lips! What was that classic shade again?"
"I think it was called 'evil wears black."

Gossip surrounds me as i strut through the cafeteria, towards the bench, carrying my new and apparently 'improved' persona as well as my mom's vintage fendi clutch. I can feel dozens of pairs of eyes burning gaping holes into the back of my 'evil wears' black hair. Wow. I cant believe i just used a rumour as an adjective. Fuck, pretty and shallow is addictive. The bench is in my sights and though i continue to advance forward, all i can hear, aside from the whispering surrounding me, is my ringing ears, pounding heart and head, that hasn't ceased to warn me about my comic plan since i walked out of my door. What am i even doing? I don't belong at the bench. I found that out after my transformation last year.