12 Years Ago
I sat alone in the playground feeling insecure and uncertain as I fiddled with the hem of my little pink dress. Mummy said I'd make friends but no one has said hello to me all day. The group of girls all dressed in cute, pretty outfits laugh again, standing in the centre of the playground. I watch them as they scornfully look at the little boy with tousled blonde hair sat on the opposite corner of the playground cradling a book in his lap. He, like me, was alone. He looked scared and awkward too. The popular girls whispered to each other, while pointing and laughing at him. I watched as he flushed and shyly pushed up his thick black spectacles in embarrassment. The girl in a pink dress similar to mine with long blonde curls tied back in a high pony tail, cast her gaze in my direction.
"Do you think the new girl is as lame as Elliot?" She asked her friends loudly, her eyes still on me. Challengingly. My mouth dropped open, mortified, as I quickly looked down at my lap. Their mean laughter echoed through my ears, as I clenched my skirt in my tiny hands. I felt my temperature rising as defiance slowly began to build in me. I raised my eyes, past the laughing girls, to the lonely awkward boy, Elliot. He was watching me with sympathy. My eyes narrowed in on him, as a plan formerly in my mind.
That moment, when we were both six years old, was the beginning of how I made Elliot Harris hate me with every bit of his being.
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Sweet Revenge
Roman pour AdolescentsBella Rein is popular, beautiful and smart. She ticks all the boxes. She walks about her school with a happy grin on her face, but only when she doesn't think about how she became so popular. After her and her group of friends torment of Elliot Harr...
