after the death of her mother, leighton's father sends her to a boarding school halfway across the world to be taught a lesson. she knows no one and no one knows her.
but the cherry on top is who her roommate is.
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"i had a dream. i got everything i wanted"
-everything i wanted by billie eilish
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"Okay okay! I'm so excited!" Bailey exclaims as we pack my bag.
She brought her suitcase over and then decided to help me.
"We're camping on the beach so bring a swimsuit!" She exclaims and goes through my swimsuits and finds the black stringed bikini I always used to wear.
"Oh my goodness! How come I've never seen you wear this?"
"I dunno."
I do in fact know why I don't wear it.
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I'm standing at the edge of the water, the gentle waves lapping at my toes.
The sun is warm on my skin, and for a moment, everything feels perfect.
My new two-piece swimsuit, a bright turquoise with little white flowers, sparkles in the sunlight. I feel confident, maybe even pretty.
My mom bought it for me and smiled when she saw how I looked in it.
"Look at her," one of the girls snickers.
I turn my head slightly and see two girls a few feet away, their eyes locked on me. They're both older, probably around fourteen, and they radiate a kind of cool that makes my stomach twist with envy and fear.
They're drop dead gorgeous.
"Isn't she a bit young to be showing so much skin?" the taller one says, her accent sharp and mocking.
She flicks her long, blonde hair over her shoulder and smirks.
The other one laughs, a high-pitched, cruel sound. "Yeah, trying to look grown-up, huh? Newsflash, you're not."
My cheeks burn, and I want to disappear into the sand.
I look down at myself, suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of exposed skin.
The swimsuit that had made me feel beautiful now feels like a spotlight, highlighting every flaw.
"Maybe she thinks she's at a fashion show," the first girl says, her eyes narrowing as she looks me up and down. "Too bad she's just a little kid playing dress-up. She's fat."
I wrap my arms around my stomach, trying to cover up as much as possible. My eyes sting with tears, but I refuse to let them see me cry. I take a step back, the cool water now feeling more like a lifeline than a playground.
