His Heartwarming Secret

I weave my way past the crowds, keeping my eyes trained on the floor. I've practically memorised the route to my locker without having to lift my head up once to check my surroundings. Skills, right?

As quick as a flash, a pair of bright trainers come into view and I stop abruptly to avoid crashing into them.

"Ew, why are you walking like that?" A high pitch voice fills the air causing me to freeze. I glance up nervously and meet eyes with someone I never thought I'd cross paths with. My eyes widen and I begin to stutter incoherent words, already backing away.

No way is this happening to me.

I refuse to believe it.

Its no other than Beatrice Walden.

Beatrice Walden doesn't know the meaning of the word unpopular. Ever since I've known her, she's always been surrounded by her so called friends. She's the mean girl, alpha female, class A bitch of Heywood High. She's also one of the highest members of the Popular's. The social group who walk the corridors thinking they own the entire school. The people who laugh, sneer and joke about their less popular peers.

She reaches up with her hands, running a perfectly manicured nail through her dark locks. Her hair is always curled to perfection, makeup immaculately done alongside it. When she isn't snarling or teasing people, some would dare say Beatrice Walden is pretty.

notices me and she lets out a heavy sigh, almost as if I'm

voice. She glares at me from head to toe and I feel myself disappear inside myself. I shrink back against the wall, too stunned to speak. It feels like my tongue is being held hostage, refusing to let me

are you. . . mute?" Beatrice mocks me, standing with one knee bent as she glares at me to respond. The girls standing on either side of her narrow their eyes at me, sick smirks on their faces. I can feel the tight hold on

she speak English? Hellooo."

off the walls in the corridor and I flinch, my throat tightening until it becomes difficult to breathe. I quickly dodge to the side and force my legs to scurry down the corridor, my head hung low. My cheeks burn with heat and embarrassment and I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

It's over now.

the school day and I watch as the corridors slowly began to empty, crowds of students disappearing.

breathe. In, out,

can suddenly become

feels like your gasping for an

Walden. Growing up I wished for a twin sibling to keep me company. The thought of having someone to lean on, talk to, laugh and bond with has my eyes glazing over in fresh tears. Whenever Dad or Jedd question my lack of friends I wave it

I don't know how to overcome

*****

Everyone stands from their seats, the chatter in the room rising quickly. English is finally

least favourite

have the sport skills of a snail.