Welcome to chapter 8,
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Right so in the present Immy has fallen down the stairs but you will just have to wait for the future because this chapter is the past.
I walked through the school corridors, my hair tied up and my back slung over my shoulder. I had been at school for a month now and I was really enjoying it. For the first time at school I had friends, I still saw Shay, nearly everyday. But she was becoming more distant. She was still beautiful but she had lost something, she was paler, quieter. At a party she was her old self, but at a party she was an actress. Her eyes were far away, full of pain, wishing for a change. Meanwhile I strutted round school with my new friendship group.
"Woah," Tasmin said, staring down the corridor.
"What?" I asked,
"Mark E." Tasmin said,
"what about him?" Emily asked,
"Mark E is waiting at Immy's locker," Tasmin she said, excitedly.
I looked up and sure enough, Mark E was standing there, wearing the trainers I had sold him.
"Oh my days he is so fit," Emily said, Mark E looked up having obviously heard that comment.
"Immy, hi," he said grinning, his green eyes looking into mine, his brown hair perfect, he was also tanned, according to Shay he was half Spanish or something.
"Hey," I said, opening my locker door and stuffing my PE kit inside.
I looked round my friends were standing there, gazing at Mark love struck.
"Hey girls," he said and with that Tasmin just fell over, or actually fainted.
"Or hello as people used to say," he said grinning at the unconscious girl.
"Shall we walk?" he asked me, I nodded, my friends didn't notice they were too busy with Tasmin.
"So Immy, I have a party at the weekend, would you like to come?" he asked,
"when?" I replied,
"starts Friday night, finishes Monday morning,"
"ok," I replied, "would you like me to bring anyone?" I asked,
"well if you want, actually not your little friends. They are so not my type," he told me,
"what is your type?" I asked wondering about setting him up with Shay, that would probably improve her mood. When suddenly I felt his lips on mine, I closed my eyes and just went with it.
After a few seconds he pulled away, "you are 16," I told him,
"problem?" he responded.
"I'm 11," I replied,
"that doesn't bother me," he replied.
"Shay," I shouted as I run towards my best friend, "guess what," I said excitedly.
"I don't know you were kissed by a fit guy," she said sarcastically,
"actually yes," I replied and suddenly Shay was interested.
"What? Who? Where? When? How?" she asked, in quick succession.
"I was kissed, by Mark E, at school, during lunch after he invited me to a party," I said.
"Oh..." she said,
"he invited you to his party as well," I told her,
"really, when is it?" she asked,
"Friday till Monday morning," I replied.
"I'll be there."
"Wow this is amazing," I said around 9 on Friday evening,
"It's ok," she replied,
"I can't believe Mark E invited me," I said,
"yeah... about that... be careful Immy," Shay said and she walked away.
"Hey Immy," Mark said, appearing from no where,
"hi," I replied,
"enjoying yourself?"
"yes I am," I told him enthusiastically,
"would you like a tour of the house?" he asked me, I nodded, eager to please him. He smiled and handed me a large drink.
He showed me round the house, I saw Shay in the pool and nodded at her. I loved being round Mark he had given me status. I was no longer a cooler than average year 7, I was now Mark's girlfriend Immy. People suddenly found me interesting and boys suddenly found me hot, girls clamoured to be my friend, life was good.
I finished my drink and Mark handed me another, and another, and another. By 10 I was finding it hard to walk in a straight line. I staggered around giggling, but this wasn't unusual, many people had got to this state hours ago. I started to feel quite sick, my head was pounding and the world was spinning.
"Immy are you ok?" Mark asked,
"feel... bad... head... sick... dizzy," I said, disjointedly.
He studied me for a second and picked me up and took me into the kitchen, he went into a cupboard and handed me something.
"Take this it will help," he told me, half an hour later I was feeling much better and Mark came back over to me.
"Feeling better?" he asked, I nodded,
"just a bit tired," I said, he nodded understandably.
Then...
Then...
I can't remember another after that point, I just couldn't remember anything. When I woke I was lying on the floor, my clothes were a mess, and I looked like I had dressed my drunk, or in a hurry. But I couldn't remember anything.
On Monday I walked into form room and everyone was staring at me, "oh my days, Immy you have to tell us what it was like," Emily said, talking about the party obviously. "It was amazing," I said and everyone looked rather impressed. I had respect from the school, everyone knew my name and thought I was awesome. A few people shook there heads when they saw me, but the teachers were another matter. They looked at me in a weird way, the shot me disapproving looks when they saw me. With or without Mark. It was crazy, teachers didn't like me because of it and one day the head of year called me to her office.
"Immy come in," she said as I knocked on the door,
"good morning Miss Barker," I said, smiling sweetly.
"good morning Imitari," she replied,
"I have called you today because both pupils and staff are, to be frank, worried about you." She stated.
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure I understand," I told her.
"Rumours have been going around that you are going out with Mark East," she said,
"I am," I told her,
"Imitari you are 11,"
"I think I know that," I told her.
"But rumours have been going round that you have slept with him," she said,
"what?" I asked.
"Have you had sex with Mark East?" she asked,
"no"
"are you sure?" she asked,
"I think I would remember having sex," I told her.
"Ok, but Immy I think you having a relationship with him, is wrong and to be honest, illegal. So I suggest you break up with him," Miss Barker said.
"Yeah, yeah whatever," I said as I walked out of her office.
As I walked down the corridor I had my first ever day mare,
Mark has his hands... everywhere. Under my top, my top is pulled over my head. He is...
I looked up suddenly snapping at of the day mare, but it regains me for a second and that is when I know the rumours are true.