~Melody~ [Chim]

Chapter 1: A First Encounter

Being a diva and being shy is a crap mix. 

This thought swirls through my mind as I walk down the corridor from the dormitories to the canteen. I'm attending a summer school for drama in Bradford, a whole 114 miles from home - believe me I checked. It was my first time away from home without my parents, even though having my older sister Nicola with me is a slight reassurance. 

Nicola is a wholly different person to me. She's slim, with long red hair that flows wherever she wants; complimented perfectly by her blue eyes. Plus, those eyebrows man.

Then there's me. I'm skinny and little, with brown eyes and brown hair. Admittedly, I'm fairly pretty but I'm nothing compared to her. She's a little ginger angel.

"What's got you in a daydream Chez?" the singsong laugh drags me out of my thoughts and I turn to look at my sister. "Huh? Nothing, just a bit nervous I suppose" I admit in my Scouse accent. She rolls her eyes at me. Always the pinnacle of confidence. Ugh. "What's there to be nervous about? It's a brand new start, a chance to be a star!" she almost shouts excitedly, causing several heads to turn on the corridor in front of us. 

We make it down to the canteen without anymore spotlight moments, and as we queue up for out cooked breakfast, it dawns on me just how many people are here. Everywhere I look I see more and more people, sleepily stirring coffee, delving into piles of pancakes and chatting - everyone seems to have made friends already, or at least come with friends. I note somewhere in my subconscious the male species is present, but to be quite honest I'm more interested in the female company. Nicola is also assessing the competition, but with calculating, and judging glances. It makes me cringe and I'm glad I'm not going to receive one of her bitch stares. I'm looking at the competition with a look of terror, fighting for roles isn't really on my mind right now. 

"Excuse me" an Irish accent demands impatiently. I whirl round and see a tall brown haired girl, with impressive eyeliner framing her eyes, and a rouge lipstick accentuating her full lips. I quiver under her gaze as she glares and I manage to stammer "Uhm, sorry" and I almost step out of her way to let her into the queue before Nicola grabs my arm and stands in front of me. "Where do you think you're going, huh?" she asks, eyes flashing angrily. The Irish girl looks her slowly up and down, clearly taken aback by this angry red head answering back to her. She smirks and replies with "You must be new this year" she checks her nails - shaped into talons - and then looks back at us "because you really ought to get out of the way". I feel Nicola tense next to me, and I brace myself for impact - the impact of Nicola's fist on this bitch's face. 

But it doesn't come, because the girl standing next to The Bitch suddenly intervenes. She puts a soothing hand on The Bitch's arm and says "Just leave it Nadine." calmly. And as my gaze turns to her my mouth drops open.

Oh My God.