The New Me

After a bad experience at her old school, Hayden Flack moves to Bradley Stoke determined to change everything about herself.
She knows how act, what to wear and from past experience, what to expect.
But on her very first day, seeing a long-lost childhood friend was something she definitely didn't see coming. Hayden quickly recognises Ellis but he can't even remember her... or does he? Why is Ellis acting so strangely, and why is he so different from what he used to be?
After a few months at her new school, Hayden seems to have settled in quite well and is living what appears to be a stereotypical popular girl's life. But not everything is going as 'well' as she thinks it is. Her 'friends' are acting weirdly suspicious, and when her long-lost brother suddenly comes in contact with her, she can't help but feel like there is something going on that she doesn't know about. How long will it take before she realizes what is going on beneath the surface? (PG-13)


1. New School, New Me

They stared at me.

For a moment I considered walking straight back out and away from the thirty pairs of eyes that watched me with so much interest. It was almost as if Cheryl Cole had walked into the classroom, along with the rest of Girls Aloud, rather than your average school girl.

Correction: Average new school girl.

Being new made all the difference. Despite only knowing me for a few seconds, they were already examining my hair, how I wore the uniform, how I smiled, how I spoke... basically everything about me. And in the small amount of time it took me to walk into the classroom and confidently (I hope) announce that I was the new girl, they were deciding whether I was the cool, confident, hot, girl, or the quiet, weird nobody... which if you hadn't already guessed, was what I used to be.

I became increasingly aware of the Old Me which was starting to come back; my legs began to shake from the amount of stares I was getting and I began to wonder whether I went a bit overboard applying my sixth coat of mascara. I very nearly ran out, screaming in terror. But  I couldn't just run out of the room and out of the school and into the safety of the car; I wasn't going to run away from things any longer, not now that I was confident, loud and more importantly, more mature and knew how to act and what to do at school.

 "Class this is Hayden Flack," My tutor announced. She had a short, black bob and full fringe which made her look a lot like Jessie J. But she wasn't a world famous singer, who sang about price tags and dominoes and strutted around in leather, skin-tight outfits. She continued with a great deal of enthusiasm, "Hayden’s moved here from London!" She exclaimed, whilst I just stood there smiling like an idiot.

  But the class just sat there and continued to stare at me as if I was some alien.

 “Would anyone like to show Hayden around the school today?” Miss Jenkins asked.

A girl, with brown, curly hair who clearly didn't think six coats of mascara was too OTT (from the looks of it, she had ten) smiled and her hand shot up, “I will miss,” she offered earnestly.

Miss frowned, “alright then Sophie, if you insist.”

Whilst Miss Jenkins continued to introduce me, some began to lose interest and turned the other way to talk – obviously the more rebellious ones. The others were still staring at me in such a way it was almost impossible to not feel uncomfortable. 

As my eyes moved along the class, I froze.

It couldn’t be.

He was slumped in his seat, fiddling with his pen and twirling it around his fingers. Then he placed the pen back on his desk and glanced up at me, his mouth opening slightly in his surprise.

For a moment we stared at each other. But after inspecting me with his vivid green eyes, he then turned back to his pen and began to fiddle with it again.

  “Hayden, you can sit other there.” Miss Jenkins said, making me jump. She gestured to an empty seat.

As I sat down slowly, I glanced towards him, but he was concentrating on what our tutor was saying. And for the next fifteen minutes we had spent in the same room together, he wouldn’t look back.

Not even give another glance at his old childhood friend, just sat a few desks behind him.

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