Ghostgirl: Hawthorne Nightmare
AN: This is between Rest in Popularity and Homecoming
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, they belong to Tonya Hurley, The author of the Ghostgirl series
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Chapter 1: Popularity matters, to me anyway
I half-walked half-strutted down the hallway of Hawthorne High on the first day of term two. Over the holidays I had wondered. What did I have to do to earn back my popularity? Did I have to lose weight? Did I have to wear cooler clothes? I took all of these theories into consideration. I had sat and stared at magazines for hours on end, exercised, ate lots of salad and cut down on the junk food, because I had realized I had become a little chubby. I went on a major shopping spree, so this term was gonna rule and I, Renee Ashley, was going to become popular. My dream was to hang out with the cooler girls older than me, that was very cool, it made me feel like one of them, popular. I was wearing a tight, very short miniskirt; which I had walked the neighbours dogs 3 kilometres a week for, and the cutest pink spaghetti strap singlet, not to mention the most uncomfortable, stylish, black, expensive ballet flats I could afford. I strutted past my target group of older girls, Melissa Kingsley and her posse. I gave them a small wave. Melissa scowled at me. I flicked my hair and strutted straight past. Another girl gasped and pointed at me.
"Little rat, that's MY miniskirt!"
I stopped in my tracks and turned around. The whole hallway was staring at me, and the girl and Melissa were death staring me with determination. The girl strutted right up to me and glared at me
"That is MY skirt. Take it off."
She commanded. I had made a lot of changes, but I didn't have enough confidence to withstand total humiliation.
"Um, no," I squeaked nervously "Wrong answer twerp." She snarled angrily and ripped my skirt off!
I screamed. Yep. I screamed and ran straight out the doors and into the open. Big mistake! There were explosions of laughter all over the courtyard. I felt exposed and embarrassed. With tears in my eyes I ran into an alley alongside the building and covered myself with a plastic bag. It was gritty and disgusting but it was better than nothing. I cried and cried. I missed when I used to be popular in primary school. My life had been as good as it gets up until year 8. I was one of the coolest girls around in primary school, so you would have thought it would be the same here. In primary school we didn't have as many worries about weight and clothes. We still had a somewhat superior status though, I seem to have lost that status. Here I was no one. My friends had all gone to other schools. I had kept slight contact with them during year 8, but they moved on and I became friendless.
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Sorry this chapter is short, the first few chapters will all be fairly short, I think.
