Chapter 1
Every girl has a different opinion and a different style, different clothes, different hair, different friends, different choices to make but when it comes down to it, most girls are all the same and I say ‘most’ because there are exceptions that aren’t like the typical girl at all, exceptions like ... actually there are no exceptions, because I can’t think of one girl I know that isn’t self obsessed, snobby, self-conscious, brags and most of all, one that doesn’t gossip or bitch or says that they are fat. Welcome to the stranded and disastrous island of girls that you can’t escape.
Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Summer, Summer Malidy. I am one of those girls, and the sad part is I am no exception. I have been through alot of the worst things possible that girls can do but some of the best as well.
I moved schools when I was about 14, which was my choice. But before moving, I started high-school at a really nice college in my area, but because the school was only new, there was about 50 students in my whole year level. It seems like a decent size group of kids until I got into a fight with the most popular plastic in my year level, probably even the populist out of the whole school. Quin Pattic. Quin always had a face full of make-up which made her look so pretty, made her eyes pop out and removed her pimples and freckles, her hair was always perfect. She was super skinny and tan, and she barely ever ate, which only made everyone else seem fatter. Her school dress had been taken in at the sides to show her curvy and glamorous body and taken up to show, well just about short enough to see everything will a slight breath of wind. Quin was so rich, she had it all, well almost it all. But, there was one thing that threatened her whole popularity queen role. Me. When I started there, she and her friends had already been at the school and established pole position so when I started and automatically became friends with her friends and then friends with her. She felt threatened clearly. And I hope that doesn’t sound snobby, but it’s true. It turns out I wasn’t the only person she had done that too. Many in the past had risen, than fallen, because they got to close. It sounds like a navy mission, which it was to her.
The fight, right, almost forgot. So one day I was sitting there on the bench in the cool breeze eating my lunch, a salad wrap to be precise. Quin never packed lunch because it would be “sooo” unhealthy to eat, according to her. And she was so hungry; she walked up to me and reached out to grab my wrap. Of course, the wrap being mine and all, I forced the wrap back against my chest far out of her reach. If you didn’t know already, I love food, especially pastry and pasta, but ice-cream is probably my biggest weakness. The cold creamy spoonful sliding across your lips and into your mouth, love it! But back on subject, so she swiped for the wrap, I moved it so she couldn’t reach it, then she had the nerve to look at me and say in that snobby annoyed voice all girls use when they don’t get something they want,
“Can I have some of your wrap?” I was shocked. Not even a please? So I looked at her and said in a calm and slightly devious voice,
“Sorry, school rules state that you aren’t allowed to share food.” She was so stunned by my response because she was so expected to get her own way. She stood there, hands on hips jaw dropped, just death staring me. Sadly this was a massive mistake on my part, because for the next year it only got worse from there, the pushing me around, calling, me names, turning everyone against me, getting me in trouble, just making every-day of my life a living hell.
So at the end of the year when I couldn’t take it anymore, I did the one thing you should never do to a bully, I packed up and ran. I moved schools. The first day at my new school, made me want to run again but I knew that wasn’t an option, it was becoming too late in my education to keep moving, so whether I liked it or not, I had to stick with it, and after the first day which was pretty brutal, consisting of something like; me on my lonesome, eating my lunch in the toilet cubical crying, and having no-one to talk to. Yeah, so it wasn’t the best start, but after meeting people here and there and finally meeting a good friend who had alot of the same classes as me, I found a group that not only accepted me but welcomed me and made me feel like an actual friend not like a wannabe accomplice of Quin.
So High-school wasn’t as easy as I had anticipated, but neither was, swimming a 200m race. Which I basically drowned in. If you think about it, high school is the race, some people speed through it and move on to the next stages, some people make it to the finish and get an ice-block or maybe not anything, but me... I didn’t finish, I had to stop and restart. Which does have an impact, but something else that I didn’t anticipate was that that slight hiccup was just the beginning.
