Pain

Chapter 1.

Hi guys! Thanks for any the votes and comments on my prologue, I think I'm going to write some of he story in the POV of a girl called Emma...
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I hated lunchtimes. I missed Kaylie, a lot. When we were in primary we used to spend all our time together. We used to be so close we were like KaylieandEmma but now we're just Kaylie and Emma. Sometimes we'd miss our lunch just to spend more time playing together. Some days we'd sneak off behind the football court and mess about, others we'd just read books to ourselves. We didn't care where we were, as long as we were together.
Now that she'd left, I felt like I had no friends. There were no new girls in my form and Poppy James in 9PY was probably to popular for me.

'You need to accept that Kaylie's moved on, find some new friends, Emma.' Aunt Maggie had said.
'I've got heaps of school friends, don't worry.' I lied.
'Well maybe you should start spending less time drawing and more time with your friends.' She snapped.
'Fine then.' I was angry. Drawing was my life, I didn't care about being popular. 'I'll go and ring Jamie and Penny then.'

There weren't really any girls who I could go round with at lunchtimes. Jamie and Penny always went home for lunch, because they lived next door to each other, just down the street. I got on with most people but I didn't want to push them to be my friend.
They all seemed to want to get to know the new girl, Poppy.

Nervously, I shuffled into the girls toilets this particular lunch time to find a gaggle of girls huddled around Poppy. She was sitting on a basin and was nervously twiddling her fingers. She was talking about her boyfriend and what they'd been up to last night. I stopped in disgust and the girls turned round and nudged Poppy.

'Look, Pops, you've made Emma go bright red!' Said Heather Porter from year 10.
'Well its not like Emma gets drunk and does stupid things with her boyfriend.' Poppy replied.
'Yeah!' Giggled Jane Moore, 'I bet that she's never had a beer in her life!'
'Actually, me and my sister Kaylie have contests on who can drink the most beer.' I snapped, 'Don't assume you know me. You know nothing about me.'
'You're right,' Poppy said in an apologetic tone, 'But if you're so into alcohol, come to mine tonight. We can get drunk and have a sleepover. Sound good?'
I stumble over words. No. I don't want to go to your stupid f**king party. You've just insulted me and I don't even know you. I'm not getting f**king drunk with you.
All that came out was:
'Yeah, that sounds fun.'
'Great, see you tonight then, 7o' clock at 46 Kingsmore Drive.' She smiled and walked away. Words failed me. I didn't want to go to her stupid party.