How Movellas Changed My Life

*To Niall, the bestest, kindest, most patient friend I have ever had. As long as I live, I shall never forget you.* When Clover, shy and quiet fourteen-year-old hears of Movellas, she finds out she actually has a talent for writing. Movellas becomes her life. But how will her ex-popular friend Helen cope with this sudden surge in popularity for Clover? Will she be pleased or will she do her best to sabotage her reputation on Movellas?


19. Skype

"Hello?" I said nervously.

Helen appeared on the screen, her blond hair ruffled, Alex next to her. His streaked blond hair was over-gelled and his sea-green eyes had a knowing glint about them. I shuddered. Alex Peoples was positively sex-mad.


"Oh hi Clover!" She squealed.

"Hi." Said Alex.

"Hiya you two," Said Danté half-heartedly beside me.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt Danté's hand in mine away from the laptop webcam. Helen was nothing to be scared of, and neither was Alex.


"What's the crack?" I asked, feeling a tad better.

"Oh not much." Replied Helen mischievously.

"C'mon, spill." I sighed.

"OK. But so long as the boys make themselves scarce." She said.

"Alright. Danté?" I asked.

"See ya in a few, Clo. I need a shower after the river anyway."


I looked back on the screen and saw Alex had gone too.

"Why are you all dirty and wet?" Helen asked

"Cos I need a shower." I grinned. "So spill, Helsey."


"Yes?" I encouraged.

"I lost my virginity!" She blurted nervously.


I gaped.

"Yeah." She sighed. "Oh my God, Clover. It was soooooo good. And after, he just held me. Then, we did it again after.... it was so passionate, he jus-"

"Helen, I don't want to know the details!" I interrupted.

"Okay, okay. So back on to you, How's life at Greystown. No don't tell me, I know what it's like. So did he kiss you yet?"


Meanwhile my mind was boggled. "Um... yeah... kinda." I said distractedly.

Ooops! I wasn't supposed to tell her! That slipped out because I was distracted about her and Alex!

Her eyes...... I looked at them..... and my thoughts froze. I died inside. Because that moment.... looking into her eyes that looked evil...... I totally understood what I was dealing with here. I was  dealing with someone who was overruled by jealousy...... that hated me for liking Danté. A spoilt brat that couldn't have her own way.


I was so sad then.

"Sorry Clover, I'm going." She didn't even try to disguise the hate and disgust on my face.

She turned her end off.

I needed a distraction, so I went onto Movellas. When I reached the site, I gaped. On my blog, I had apparently wrote "I am a lesbian. I am into internet meetings. Is anyone free? Into me?" And a link. I clicked, to find a picture of me at my worst to be blunt.


It was obviously Helen, somehow.


I shut down the laptop and burst into tears on the bed.

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