It's a Love Hate Kinda Thing

Returning for Revenge

I took a deep breath and opened the envelope that sat on my bed. I chewed on my bottom lip as I did so. Mum waited nervously in the doorway for me to read out the letter.

“Dear Miss Moore, We are pleased to inform you that North Dale High School had gladly accepted you into the school. You may begin school on Thursday 8th of October!” I squealed, dancing around my room excitedly.

I didn’t care about the rest of the specifics but I got back in was all that mattered.

“Oh, April!” Mum smiled, flinging her arms around me.

Two years ago I attended North Dale High School. I was fat and I had greasy hair and let’s be honest, I was pretty gross. My parents worried about my mental health as I began to get bullied by my peers because they were assholes. So they took me out of school, sent me to my Auntie’s and I came back a model.

My Auntie is a lifestyle makeover artist, as she likes to put it. She worked me hard so that I lost all my weight and became skinny. I went through horrendous diets and workouts but I was grateful in the long run. She helped me learn how to use hair products and makeup cosmetics. She taught me all there was to know about clothing.

When I came home, I wasn’t just April Graham. I became April Moore, the stunning blonde. As a welcome home present from my parents, they bought me a whole walk-in wardrobe and two chest of drawers full to the brim of designer clothing. My bedroom was done up, painted pale purple with fairy lights strung around my double bed.

Life was good.

But now all I had to do was get back into my old school as a completely new person and get my revenge on the kids that bullied me. I’m not usually one to hold a grudge but these kids weren’t just your typical bullies, they terrified me. They were the cheerleaders and jocks and they made me want to kill myself.

“You’re creasing my blouse,” I pushed Mum away gently.

She apologised lightly. “Oh, sorry. Better get ready for school.”

I hated how the postman had delivered my letter a week late. I knew that it was coming today and so I had been waiting anxiously to see if I should get ready for school or not.

Then she left me alone in my room. I sat down in front of my mirror and began to apply my makeup just as Aunt Janie had taught me. I picked up the flat foundation brush and applied my foundation, then my concealer roller, then my powder, then my blusher, then my mascara, then my eyeliner, then my eyebrow pencil, then my lipstick and then my lip gloss. I looked in the mirror and smiled like I had done many days before.

Then I curled my hair into loose waves and looked in my full length mirror. I was wearing a short floaty white top with beads for the straps and tight black designer shorts as it was summer and white wedges.

Half an hour later, I rolled into school in my pale pink Beatle car. I stared out the window at all the unfamiliar faces passing me by without a second look. Suddenly I felt nervous. What if they didn’t like me? What if I didn’t fit in again?

I shook my head of all the negative thoughts and stepped out of my car, heels first. I shook out my blonde waves and stuck my chin in the air before confidently strutting away, clicking my car keys so my car locked over my shoulder like in the movies.

I noticed guys were beginning to watch me with smirks on their faces and girls glaring at me enviously. I was walking to Reception when I bumped into someone.

“Sorry!” were my first words.

Until I looked up and my face dropped. Fletcher Collins looked down at me with that perfect smile that had once sneered nastily at me. He held my shoulders to balance me.