Cat is ecstatic to see the city of London for a concert- but when she is reunited with an old friend, what could possibily go wrong? . . . And as for a certain blonde haired blue-eyed boy, change is in the air.


2. Gotta Be You

~Cat's Pov~

I brought my hand out from under the safety of my blankets to make my alarm clock stop being so annoying.

Once it was off, I jumped out of bed and hopped into the shower to get ready for school. Only two more months, Cat. Then you can get out of that bloody hellhole. . . I shampooed and conditioned my hair, and then got out. I wrapped a towel around my body and one on  my head. I walked over to my closet and picked out my outfit for the day. I then got dressed, put on my mascara and eyeliner and plaited my hair.

"Mum!" I called out. "I'm leaving for school!"

"Fine. . ." I heard a mumble back. One second she could be happy mum, the next, a raging psychopath.

I never bother eating at home as mum doesn't keep any food to eat. I always grab it at a Starbucks or a place like that on the way to school.

About ten minutes later, I walked through the big double doors of my school in Wolverhampton to hell. Literally, they were the gates of hell.

"Hay, gurl, hay!" my best friend Holland said while making a mad dash towards me.

"Hey." I said back. "What is it? Normally you're not this excited in the morning." That was true. Holland wasn't that much of a morning person. . . Unless she had something exciting going on.

"Oh I don't know. It's just that I got us tickets to the Cher Lloyd concert in London tomorrow!"

"Oh. My. Batman. Are you serious?!" I shouted loud enough for almost the whole school to hear.

"Yes!" she squealed.

"Wait, isn't London kinda farish away?"

"Um yeah, I guess. And that's why we're staying in a hotel so we can go shopping there too!"

"Holland, I love you so flacking much!" I shrieked. My happiness immediately faded when I was shoved into the side of a locker. Damnit. Miles. "Ow." I said quietly.

Miles was one of the most physical of my bullies. Yes that's right. Bullies. Mostly everyone else calls me names. It's only because he's captain of the football team. He fancies Holland and constantly flirts with her, but I think you can tell he's a player already.

"Miles, shove off." Holland said giving him a dirty look.

"C'mon babe," he said walking closer to her. "Why don't we ditch little kitty-cat here and go have some fun?"

"Go fuck yourself." She said grabbing my arm and walking off with me. If Liam were here, I wouldn't be getting bullied. No one ever messed with him. Liam. . .

"Hey Holland! Where do you think you're going?" he yelled at us. People chose not to stare.

"Away from you, arsehole."

"Whatever. I'll be waiting for you babe." he told her.

"Don't call me babe." She said with venom dripping form her voice.

Once we were outasight, [see what I did there] we walked back to our lockers to get our books. That was actually how I met Holland. I had no friends, and she was the new girl who had the locker next to mine. What drew us together was our last names. Hers is Weiss and mine is Schwartz. In German, it means white and black. Kinda like yin and yang. Opposites.

"So. About this concert. . ." I started as we were walking to 1st period. "If it's tomorrow, we go to London today and come back later."

"Pretty much."

"Kay cool." I said as the bell rung.

We ran to class, and before I knew it, my day of hell was over.

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