This will be a series of short one-shots set through the film and probably slightly after, definitely into the post-credits scene x Please read and review x
She knows she is damaged. She will admit that, if only to herself, but it's not like she'll let anyone else so much as think it. So she covers it up and knows she goes too far sometimes but at least they ate thinking 'where did her father go wrong with raising her?', followed by a pang of pity and sympathy, than how screwed up she is.
She prefers it that way.
She is honestly surprised though by her father's decision to send her to England. He's been threatening it for so long now she'd stopped believing it when he'd said it.
Only this time it seems to be for real. This time her father seems to have well and truly lost his patience with her.
Which had been the aim of her little stunt anyway.
So why did it feel do wrong?
She couldn't get the unsettling feeling out of her head as she packed, even after Ruby came over to say goodbye and help. To distract herself she decided to look up the school, all red brick and ancient. She didn't think she'd ever so much as stepped foot in a building as old. After all there weren't exactly many Malibu shopping malls that looked like that around.
The day she'd left had been hard. Ruby had dropped by in the morning, tearful and wearing the shoes Poppy had given her. They hugged and Ruby was gone within ten minutes.
Molly had clung to her, tight as a limpet, looking far too young for her age. Poppy felt a brief spurt of worry, not knowing how her sister would be able to stand up for herself without her around.
But Molly would be alright. She was strong - far stronger than Poppy. She was an awful lot less messed up in the head as well. Even Poppy could see that - and she didn't need a therapist to tell her.
Her father was coming to England with her. She suspected it was more for the business he had in mind than actually wanting to see her off.
She refused to speak to him at all on the plane.
The journey had been tense and restless, neither of them knowing quite what to say to the other and neither of them open enough to express their feelings in public.
She would be fine, she told herself. She would be out of there in no time. If the father who professed to love her so much couldn't even best to keep her around, what chance did this posh school have?
They'd probably be begging her to leave by the end of the month.
And then she could go home, with Molly and Ruby. After she was home she'd never speak to her father again.
But only once she was home. In the meantime she kind of needed him to get there.