The Beginning

1. English

Rebecca Cakebread hated English. It should have been better if her teacher wasn't a bitch, as well as Rebecca would have been good if it wasn't for Mrs Haigh, Mrs Haigh at the start of the year told Becca that she was a failure and would never get far in life. Even though the photocopier had been invented before she was born it still didn't change the fact that Mrs Haigh wanted everyone to copy word for word a 150-page textbook on a 2-hour weekly basis. It was almost the end of the day, 4th lesson, Rebecca was tired as she had been up all night talking to a boy she liked, whilst doing her nails in her favourite colour Hot Pink. Jordan Clarke sat next to her in English teasing her for the past 3 years, about how all her stuff was outdated and that she needed to get with all of the cool kids. All of Jordan's cronies laughed hard which tipped Rebecca over the edge, suddenly she stood up and flipped her chair back and threw the table away from her at which point the class were silent as she started to scream at Jordan. 

"Jordan what is your bloody problem?" Rebecca bellowed.

"Oh can't you take a damn joke, Becca?" Jordan smiled back whilst sniggering.

"Miss Cakebread pick up your chair and pull the table back and get on with you work," Mrs Haigh hollered at her.

"If you say one more word Jordan I'll...I'll" 

Rebecca was never good at comebacks.

"What will you do?" Jordan giggled "Run to your outdated wardrobe"

Rebecca grabbed Jordan the scruff of his tee shirt and threw him against the back wall, however when he turned he had a small scratch down his face where blood was dripping from. Rebecca let go of Jordan and slowly went backwards away as she was scared.

"Rebecca Cakebread you are in serious trouble!" Mrs Haigh screamed at the top her lungs.

Everyone in Rebecca's class was making some sort of noise. Rebecca couldn't face up to what she had done no-one would believe that it was an accident and that she was lying to get away with it. She made a run for the door when Mrs Haigh grabbed Rebecca's blazer.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Get out of my damn way you fat bitch!"

She gave Mrs Haigh a shove, she started to fall in slow motion with her arms flailing about as she toppled over like a helpless beetle upside down. She slammed the classroom door and ran away out of school.

*

Rebecca stormed away from school, muttering to herself "I will get that bitch!". Rebecca was only a month away from being 13 years old, suddenly it hit her as she started to walk home she was in the deepest shit she had ever been in, that's if she lived that long, as well as she couldn't go back home now as her mum would be suspicious; so she decided to go the park around the corner and hide under the slide café for children. By the time Rebecca got home she looked at the phone which had 12 missed calls which were probably from school. She wondered why she hadn't picked them up when she noticed Uncle Harry's coat and realised that's why. Rebecca hated Uncle Harry he had ruined her life with everything he did, for example, there was this time where Susie, Rebecca's mum, was supposed to her up from hockey practise but she was too busy having sex in the bedroom. As she walked into the living room there was Uncle Harry and Susie of course both drunk; Rebecca's mum wasn't supposed to drink as she was on pills to help her for depression and suicide. Susie spoke to Rebecca "Can you go and get Kieran from school as I'm too drunk to drive and take some money to buy dinner as I can't be asked to cook." Rebecca replied with "no he's old enough to walk by himself!" When Uncle Harry turns around "go get your fucking Brother and do as your mother says!" Rebecca goes into the kitchen and takes a £20 note out of her mums purse and then leaves.