British Blue Eyes

•4 Months On•

Eryn

It's been 4 months and everything is just going worse.  I'm not speaking to any if my friends because they would rather hang with Karla, Brooklyn nor Charlie have text to see if I'm okay, I keep being declined from jobs, the news is all over me and most off all I'm not me anymore.

I'm different I'm not going out, I don't really bother with my family or my new little sister Imogen. I stay in my room and I barely ever go to the beach not even my secret hideout.

I turned on my TV before getting ready for no uniform day at school and there I was ,again, a new made up story of how I had platoed and struggling with depression. I wouldn't say I'm battling depression how could someone possible make a lie up like that. It's sick.

I rolled my eyes and walked to my closet to get my clothes. I placed out a pair of high waisted ripped Joni jeans and a grey cami. I packed my black backpack and  started my daily routine after showering I cleansed my face and applied makeup.

I lightly curled my hair and got dressed. I put on my white nike trainers and popped my sunglasses on my head and grabbed my phone.

I adored my new phone case which was the Cheshire Cat saying 'We're all mad here' because we are. Everyone is mad just in different ways.

I shouted bye to my parents and Immie. I stopped at Starbucks to get coffee and literally everyone stopped and stared at me.

"What do I have something on my face?" I shouted. Everyone carried on as usual and I literally wasn't in the mood for shit today.

When I arrived to school it was just like all the other days in school I was the new kid; the loser.

I guess no one really expected the most 'popular' girl in school to become the loser. There we go again labelling people for who they are and what they look like.

I walked down the halls and to my locker and Karla and the girls walked past. Summer and April smiled sheepishly at me whilst Karla smirked at me and looked me up and down. I rolled my eyes and shut my locker. I carried my coffee when I bumped into a body.

Brooklyn Beckham to be exact.

I dropped my coffee and it spilt all over the floor.

"Great" I mumbled to myself.

"Listen Eryn I'm sorry" he said. I pushed him away. "Please I want to help you"

"No thanks because if it wasn't for you I would still have my friends at least but you HAD to date Karla who manipulated my friends" I said.

"It's not my fault your friends followed Karla-"

"You know what your right nothing is ever your fault because your Brooklyn Beckham and your such a perfect person in a perfect little world with a perfect girlfriend and a perfect fucking life" I yelled slightly cleaning up the mess.

"Eryn-"

"No, I don't want to hear any more because I'm pretty sure you shouldn't be speaking to me right now because that's not how cliques work now isnt it?" I picked up the coffee cup and threw it in the bin.

During 4th period my phone beeped. I took it from under the desk and checked. It was Candice.

-FROM CANDICE🍭:Hey baby E, would you meet me at the mall Im back home in Thursday so maybe Friday, love ya🌺

-TO CANDICE🍭: Hey chica, ofc🌼

"Hey Eryn who's that last I checked you had no friends" she smirked earning a few laughs from the group.

"Oh just Candice Swanepoel the model I'm friends with" I said.

"I wouldn't say she was a supermodel she's only walked, what, the Victorias Secret fashion show" she chuckled.

"Well have you?" I questioned.

"No" she said confidently.

"Okay well shut the fuck up then" everyone started to laugh and anger began to rise in her cheeks.