Right. We've all seen those girly girl stories, you know, with those prissy princess falling in love and shit. This is not like that. Not at all. My name is Arabella Kassidy. I'm 13, in Year 8 and very much bored of life. So let's set the scene.
I have blonde hair, dipped purple at the bottom, which I have to admit, is kinda badass. I'm kinda flat, I suppose. I mean, I'm still not going through going through that stage when you start going up cup sizes. I'm a AA. I'm 13. And then there's people like my friends Marina and Fifi Rosa who are bloody C cups! SIGH. Still, nothing a good padded bra can't fix. Now, I'm going off track. Back to the story!
I go to a private school. Don't be fooled. I got in on a scholarship. The others... Well... Let's get to the story.
Imagine a Year 7 me, just starting school. Think off all those prissy princesses. All annoying. Ick. Hey all have names like Clemmie and Roxxana. Ooh. And Apple. Apple would be a fabulous name!
Ok. Cue the dramatic music. La de da! Low and behold, who enters? Our story's love interest! 5 foot 7" of gloriously gorgeous tanned muscles and blonde hair! Swoon. Me with my amazing badass hair is bound to get a second glance. WRONG. Apple gets all the attention. This is something I'm going to have to get used to. Damn you Apple.
Over the next year I fell more and more in love with this god (Alex). Apple got there first though. Frownyface.
So, a couple of months later, our class took a trip to a residential stay place called Carreg. It was a disaster. Take a look at the next chapter.
