5

Avery sat in a prison cell at the Lilywood police station, she had been charged with a month in prison for shoplifting, what the heck? When she got the text from 'Lucie', she didn't rat out Sophie, she would never do that to a friend, but apparently the consequence was Avery going to jail, not Sophie. On Saturday night when Avery arrived home from her shopping trip with Sophie, the police stormed in and grabbed her handbag, they received an anonymous tip that she had stolen a million dollars worth of items from Tiffany, and sure enough, it was all there in her handbag.

She pleaded and pleaded that she'd been framed, but no one listened, the evidence was too strong. Her parents never even came to visit her, they were too embarrassed. She was wearing an orange jumpsuit, eww, and they only had $2 shampoo here, no conditioner. Nothing to clean her face with except water, and no makeup allowed. Avery needed her weekly hairdresser appointment to stop her hair from returning to the frizzy, orange, tangled mess it used to be.

She could already feel herself returning to dorkdom.

When she was on her way to the police station, she received another text from 'Lucie', Haha, guess what, prison food makes you fat, I can already see your thighs bulging, and is that... a zit I see? You'll be nothing but a dork when I'm done with you.

xoxo, Lucie.

Avery lay down on her rock-hard bed and cried.

A week passed, and Avery had transformed back to her dorky self, her hair was frizzy, she had zits all over her face and she was no longer a size 2, she was now, judging by how she looked, a size 12. Even though she barley touched the food, she grew with every meal.

This place was a nightmare, she had to do the toilet in her cell, and was monitored when she went to the shower. Even worse, the person in the cell next to her was a man who kept trying to stab her with a piece of wood he sharpened to resemble a knife.

Avery lay down on her bed and cried, just three more weeks, she told herself, no one will ever know.

When she woke up, she could hear birds chirping outside, and she could hear the morning news coming from a tv. What the heck?

When she opened her eyes, she was in her bedroom, not a prison cell. She walked over to her full-length mirror and looked at her reflection and screamed, she was around a size 14, her hair was frizzy and orange, and her face was covered in zits. She looked at her digital clock, 07:03, then at her calender, Monday, today was the first day back at school. Then she remembered, she was bailed out of jail early, in time for school to start. Her mother entered her room and looked at her. She laughed, 'You disgusting little pig. None of those clothes will fit you now', she threw a pile of clothes at her, a pair of brown khakis and a green knitted jumper. Even her feet had grown so she had to wear her father's old, clunky trainers.

Avery had refused to go to school, but her mother and father had carried her out to the car and into the school. Everyone she passed laughed, people threw things at her and pretended to throw up. Avery found Sophie and ran over to her, which tired her out even though it was only a few metres. Sophie gave her a disgusted look, 'Ew, get away from me, you loser. I don't know you, and I don't talk to animals like you', she spat.

'But it's me, Avery', she said, throwing her arms in the air in defeat. Sophie ran to the nearest bin and threw up.

'Keep your arms down, you stink. When was the last time you washed?', she shouted, causing everyone to laugh. Avery burst into tears before collapsing.

She sat up in her bed. It was a dream inside a dream. She stood up and looked in the mirror, she saw a girl who was a perfect size 2, with non-frizzy and non-orange hair, and a zit-free face. She checked the clock again, Monday, 7:03.

She turned her Blackberry on and called Sophie, but it said she was unavailable. What? Sophie always answers her phone. Just then, she got a new text, she expected it to be Sophie, but it said, unknown number.

You didn't rat her out, so I did, good luck without your best friend,

xoxo, Lucie