Cat Vinski has my Heart.

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I shuffled my way out of class, my face still burning from the aftermath of humiliation.

Someone had tripped me up in the canteen, and coated me in their slimy pasta from the tray that was upturned.

That person was Roslyn Clearwater.

Innocent, angelic perfection, she was a picture perfect popular kid, with tumbling blonde locks, endless legs, flawless skin and huge blue eyes framed with thick black lashes.

But she was not as innocent as she seemed.

She had decided since Year 1, to make my life a living hell. Because once, a whole lifetime ago, I tripped her up in the canteen by accident. Yes. Once.

But despite my futile attempts to apologise, she wouldn't listen.

She had bullyed a once carefree, happy, joyful side of me, deep into the depths of the dark. Now all that was left of me was a husk of its former character. A timid, nerdy, shy girl, who daily endured the taunts and jeers of the entire school.

So when I got home, the news waiting for me seemed to be a gift from the heavens.

"We are moving to America."

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"WHAT?" I screamed at my mum, who was buzzing with so much excitement it looked like she had stuck her fingers in an electric socket.

"Just ditch your bag, sweetie, and then we will talk about the move with your father." She said reassuringly.

I nodded numbly, dropped my bag and sat down.

"Me and your father have received promotions from work." She glanced over at my father, and then exchanged a grin.
"Big Promotions."

The next few hours was spent with me sitting gobsmacked on the sofa whilst my parents told me about the house they had bought, and how I was going to be attending the last couple of years in High School, and what car I wanted, and if I wanted a new phone, and a pet, and....

The list was endless. I numbly nodded to all of them.

"We are moving next weekend, so you have a week left here, before we move." Mum squealed and I laughed and ran upstairs to change.

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6 days later...
I jumped out of bed, a huge smile on my face. It was the last day of school today, and i was praying that it went well.

I grabbed my leggings and my baggy white T-shirt, and pulled it on, and then grabbed some converses, and my satchel and hair tie.

Soon my hair was up and I was out the door.

I grabbed a coffee from Starbucks for breakfast, and I got to school reasonably early.

Time to face Roslyn Clearwater one last time.

My feet thudded on the floor, and I held my head down, aiming to blend in.

I was almost at my locker, when I ran into a heavy chest.

I slowly looked up, my heart thumping in my chest.

My eyes met the chiselled face of Brandon Saunders, a brainless half wit with the attention span of my little finger. He normally hung around with Roslyn, and I had never - wait. Roslyn?

He suddenly stepped to the side, and the whole of Roslyn's picture perfect friendship group stood, the leader clearly being Roslyn.

She looked very slutty as usual, in a tight hot pink miniskirt, and a white shiny bandeau top, which was hanging dangerously low over her giant boobs.