It's finally here. I turn and grin excitedly at my family, even Charlotte, for the millionth - billionth time. "I can't WAIT!", I squeal. "So you've told us", smiles my mum.
The car pulls up outside the airport and I fling open the door, jumping out and pulling my big blue suitcase out behind me. Grabbing my hand luggage handbag, I look all around for my group. Then I see them
all in a big group, and I run over excitedly. Mrs Walker beams, and signs me in, handing me my plane tickets.
Running over to my family, I hug them all and then wave them off as they drive away into the distance. 'No turning back now', I think to myself, as I turn to talk to Jenny and Molly, the two 'school losers', and actually turn out to be quite nice and potentially very pretty, with Jennifers long, ebony hair and spot free skin, and Molly's big blue eyes.
I sit on my suitcase, groaning along with everyone else as an announcement says that our flight is delayed. Crap. Deciding to stretch my legs, I leave my suitcase in the care of the others and go off to the toilets.
They are very nice and modern inside, all marble polished, with multicolored soap and tons of sinks, with a small bowl of sweets for people to take on the way out.
After, I'm just washing my hands when I hear a sharp, high pitched voice. I swallow. I know that voice. Slowly staying silent, I cautiously look out of the door... oh shit. Tanya.
How can she be here? She's not part of of the club?! But.. she was. A couple of months ago. It must still count.
I run into a cubicle, locking myself in and flattening against the wall, my heart racing. What should I do? I can't call my parents - they'd be miles away by now - but I can't not go.
I swallow, going back into the cubicle and getting my phone out. I scroll through all the private messages, every single one.
"Hey Cassidy - you do realise that, like, noone likes you? LOL! "
"Are your family poor or something, because your clothes look like fourth hand ones. On the other hand, they just probably spend all their money on food for you."
"Oh I didn't know you knew my dog. Hes your hairdresser, right?"
"OMG you look like my pet pug!".
"Ew just rot in hell bitch"
"Lmfao Cassidy - why are you even still living? No-one here likes you, not even your family, so just go die "
The list goes on and on and on and on. There's over forty three of them by Tanya, and over one hundered and two others. I wipe a tear away from my eye and stiffen. 'I can do this.', I say to myself, and I rise and walk out of the toilets.
