Living The Life Of A Teen

Chapter 7

I ran out of the house, with a tote bag filled with my clothes and make-up. As I ran nearer to the tea shop, I saw Jenni leaning on the boot of her car, with her back towards me. I nearly cried for joy; I've never been so happy to see her. Ever.

She must have either heard my running or just had a freaky sixth sense or something, because she turned around just as I reached her car.

"Kate! Aww sweetie, is everything okay? It's alright, you can tell me all the goss - we've got all the time in the world!" She sounded pleased, a bit too pleased in fact. It's nice to know that the only person in the world that I can rely on is my enemy. Well, who knows, we might have more in common than we think. Oh God, I hope not!

I went into the car, looking around me to make sure I didn't recognise anyone. Or anyone didn't recognise me. After a couple of minutes of Jenni yattering about some shit or another, I decided to rest my eyes for a minute. I was so tired; I hadn't slept at all today, and I felt like I was drunk. Even though I had had nothing to eat or drink except chocolate. I felt like being sick. All those calories were horrendous. 

Next thing I knew, I was being prodded in the arm by a very pointy nail. 

"Katy? We're here. You can sleep inside. Come on, we've got lots to talk about, remember?"

I slowly opened my eyes. Her face almost scared me. She wasn't ugly or anything, in fact she was rather pretty, with a blonde bob that had brown highlights, a petite face, hazel eyes and straight teeth. Many girls would have been jealous of her, but not me. I'm proud of my curly brownish hair, my brown eyes and rather pointed face, not like a witches face but more like a model's face. It's like I was born to be one. But what scared me was the fact that she was there, like my enemy was sitting next to me, smiling her perfect smile and being all supportive and stuff. 

I stumbled out of the car. Then I stared at her house. It. Looked. Amazing. Oh wow. It was massive. 

Jenni must have seen my shocked face, because she said, "Oh, this is the smallest of my houses. I've got three. When she said this, I nearly choked. On what, I don't know, but it did happen. 

"Three? You've got THREE houses?! Wow, you must be rich." She looked around, maybe slightly unsure of what to say. "What? You're rich?" not that it mattered anyways, because she was still not very nice. 

"Well, not me, my parents are. And I want to fend for myself, you know. Like I don't want to have to rely on them all the time." I didn't know what to say. I had no idea she had a caring side. 

We went inside. Did I say the outside looked amazing? It was nothing compared to the inside. Marble flooring, leather sofas, 3-D TVs in every room. That's not even half of it. I could describe her house all day and not get bored. I felt kind of jealous. But then I realised that I had nothing to be jealous about, and that I should be grateful for everything I have. But her house was AWESOME!

She led us into her bedroom. I tried not to show how in awe of her house I was. I sat down on her purple hand-crafted silk duvet. 

"Now, Katy, let's talk -"

I cut her off. I think it was going to take a lot to convince her that my name was Kate. "It's Kate. My name. I'm not called Katy."

She looked kind of confused. "But Gemma always calls you Katy so I thought -"

Again, her voice was cut off. "Yeah, I would also appreciate it if you didn't talk about her."

Her eyes went slightly big with surprise. I exhaled loudly. After a moment of awkward silence, she started to make conversation again.

"So......er.......why did you decide to run away?"

I looked into her eyes. Well, not her eyes, her contacts. But still, for the first time since I'd known her, she was actually showing signs of sympathy. Her blonde bimbo act must have dissappeared.

Suddenly, I felt something happen inside me. Something from coming up. Oh dear lord. I was going to be sick. Don't ask me why.

I covered my mouth. And ran. I ran for the door nearest to me. I hopes it led to the toilet. I pushed it open. Nope, it was an entry to another room. I ran back inside and looked at the five other doors covering her walls. Then I looked for her. She seemed to have disappeared in the last two seconds. I ran to one of the other doors, and all the while the sick in my throat was rapdily moving up. When I reached the door, another door opened from the other side of the room.

"Kate. In here. Quick!"

It was Jenni. She was being, well, she was being helpful. I nearly leaped into the room, almost tripping over. The loo. I saw it. And Jenni became helpful again; she held my hair back. Then it came. Ergh, I felt sick. Well, I was sick, but still.

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I sat up suddenly. Jenni told me to sleep in the guest room. I was so so glad she didn't tell me to sleep in her room, on the floor or something, next to her. I would seriously have cried. I hate this. I feel like going back home. No, I can't. I can't just go back like that. They will think I was doing this for show. I wasn't. I really was angry and felt like running away. But now, at 4.26 in the morning I feel like I was stupid. It was silly of me to pack my bags and leave. It was so stupid to make Linda even more worried. But I have to stick my ground. I can't go back now. Not after what I said. Especially to Gem. Oh Gem! I missed her. It was weird not talking to her. We hadn't ever not talked. Ever. She was the only one that stuck by me when-

Oh no, another vomit episode. I ran for the bathroom door as quickly as I could in my blue Winnie The Pooh socks. Then I clutched my head - headrush. I reached there just as I could feel the vomit slid rapidly up my throat, and then: I slipped. Bang went my head, clutter went all the toothbrushes from the toothbrush holder I had grabbed hold of and smack went my cheek against the cold, granite floor. And then came the vomit. All over the floor and the toothbrushes and guest towels with the word Guest inscribed in fancy writing. Shit.