Secrets and Lies

Casey is a teenager with an amazing will to succeed. She is an incredible runner and is determined to enter a marathon. However it is not that easy. Her world is upturned as her friend's life begins to break down and only Casey can help, Casey is madly in love with a man she thinks will never want her and a sad turn of events results in a huge blow. But Casey is still determined to follow her dream...


5. 11th April 2013


Breathe. Taking a deep long breath in and out, I regained steady breathing in a matter of seconds. My feet swiftly started to dance again, speedily springing lightly along; I ran at the pace of my heart knowing the rest of the school were far behind me. Slightly sinking into the sand as I sprinted along it, I liked watching the wave’s splash against the shore; it relaxed me. I had to keep going all the way to the finishing line, and then I could have a break.

My only motivation I had was that I knew I was running back to where he was and although he might to be at the finishing line he was still nearer to me than he was now. My heart race did double time just thinking about him; I smiled as his image popped into my head. More hypersonic I became, until the sky blue sea turned into a blur and I could see nothing but him. I was flying.

Before I knew it, my feet had driven me inside Hancast (the run-down, tough and unpleasant town in which unfortunately my school was situated in) which was miles away from the stretch of beach I had been running on what seemed like moments before. Pacing through the familiar ash grey alleyways and along the chewing gum infested pavements; I saw the occasional luminous lime-green cone which directed me to the school.

Finally I saw the faded sign saying ‘Ashton High’ and bolted through the metal link gate towards the finish line. Heart sinking as only the boring smelly old female teachers and stupid stinky year sevens were waiting next to the yellow banner, cheering and clapping like I had just won the Olympics. It felt nice though. And I couldn’t help but to smile light-heartily as my picture was taken, nor could I not feel proud of myself as I was awarded a trophy and Casey Meghan Lowe was carved into a shield for the 2nd year running. But something was missing, someone was missing. It felt like the world was empty even though the grounds were soon crammed full of sweaty kids whose faces meant nothing because they weren’t his.

Amaya found me in the middle of the crowd, she was panting heavily her lungs screaming out in protest of all the exercise they had been forced to do. I wanted to run with Amaya as all friends would, but she wouldn’t hear of it, saying it was my day and that I couldn’t waste it on her. I tried to argue but she was as stubborn as a horse so I ran on my own.

We were one of the last to reach the changing rooms, so expected no people to be in there. We were wrong. “Well done Casey! We are so ‘proud’. I bet you think you are all it now, better than everyone else. Well you’re wrong. We still own this place so back off, If you know what’s good for you” Gina grunted at me, poking me hard in the chest with her dirty fat fingers. I expected my blood to freeze to ice and that I would start shaking. But I didn’t.  How dare she! Of course I didn’t think I was ‘it’ far from it actually, and like Gina and her big bloated buffoons owned the place! As If? All they did was terrorise and try to bring people down because we were above them, well you know what? I wasn’t going to stand for it any longer.

I started to speak but then Amaya interrupted me. “Who the hell do you think you are? You waddle over to us all guns blazing, and warn Casey off for doing what exactly? Being successful, which is something you have never had. So why don’t you crawl back into your pig pen and roll around in some more muck, and go back to where you belong!” She yelled at them her voice rising rapidly as she got more enraged until she was practically screaming and spitting in their faces. They just stood there, dumbfounded. It took them a few minutes to regain themselves and as soon as they did, Mrs Johnson came in ordered them out and for us to get changed. I got one last death stare from Gina saying I-will-get-you and then they left leaving us in the room of triumph and suspense.


“Did you see their faces Amaya? They looked like somebody had just... stamped on all of their favourite clothes, vomited all over them and burnt them on a bonfire! You were amazing!” I said truly in awe of Amaya; I was sure I couldn’t have said something that good.                                                                                                                                                      Amaya looked delighted but said, “Do you think I did the right thing? Because I think we are going to pay for it later,” then she added with a smile “but I have to admit their faces were legendary!”                                                                                                                                                                       “Don’t worry about it; they won’t dare to come near us now.”                                                                                                                                                                         “If you’re sure...”

The class’s chatter muted as Mr Erikson bolted into the classroom nearly late, his blond hair curly and his white rimmed glasses illumining his bright beady indigo eyes. Most of the girls fancied him, and with his liverpool accent, age of about 25 and his maroon chinos I could see why. “Good morning class!” he beamed.                                                                                                                                                                       “Good morning Mr Erikson.” We chanted back.                                                                                                                      “Now I must start this class with congratulating Casey on her magnificent win in the cross country this morning! I hear it was quite a spectacular one, I must say, coming miles before everyone else! I think she deserves a round of applause, everyone!” I blushed deep fuchsia as everyone clapped loudly but I could see most faces weren’t matching the praise of their hands. All the girls were scowling at me, envious of the attention I was getting from their favourite teacher. That was why I wasn’t popular. Because of embarrassing episodes like that; I mean I wanted to be proud but it was hard due to all the looks I was getting. Nearly every boy was fuming that I had beat them at yet another sporting event, so their looks were equally as nasty. And the one person that I thought would look happy for me wasn’t; Amaya seemed just as begrudging of my lime light because she wasn’t used to me getting attention from any teachers. She was the teacher’s pet, not me.

“Okay, okay that’s enough. Now I’ve got your results back on the newspaper report test, and I must say I’ve never marked such a high standard bunch of reports. All of you seem to be budding journalists but the people that stood out practically for me were Ethan Roman, Harry Thomas, Izzy Truss, Kayleigh Holland and an outstanding and superb one that could star in the Daily mirror, Amaya Lϋ!” Amaya’s face flushed with joy and she relished the attention she got. It was obvious she enjoyed being centre of attention, but that was just one of the things that I had to live with.

Sir gave us all our purple books back, saying that he had marked our descriptive writing pieces and that he read a few exceptional ones but he didn’t specify who. No doubt Amaya was one of them. And of course she was, because as she opened her book she let out a little squeal of delight. She had got an A like she always did.

Hesitantly I opened my book, hoping for an A which I usually got (Amaya never knew about this, and thought I constantly got C+’s) but preparing myself for a C. In bright green writing was A*, and all over my work were the most amazing, funny and complementary comments I had ever had. Mr Erikson had written things like “I died and went to heaven when I read this”, and  “your vocabulary is incredible, you have used everything I asked for; varied sentences, very creative ideas with unimaginable precision, perfect mood and tone, out of this world everything!”. I couldn’t help but to smile. I’d spent ages on that piece, describing the man from my dreams and me simply watching nature in a hidden valley.

“What did you get?” asked Amaya kindly but with a hint of bluntness in her voice.                                                                                                                                                         “Oh just a B-” I lied                                                                                                                             “That’s amazing! You’d never had that before! Wow!” She almost yelled patronising me, speaking in a sickly sweet voice to me like I was a baby. I could have told her the truth, but with everything that’s happening at home I thought she deserved a bit of glory without me ruining it. Who was I kidding? I always lied to her about my grades; I didn’t want to take away the only thing that she held on to. If that went ... well I don’t think she would be able to cope. Sounds silly but that is just her life.


“Come on Casey. We will miss the bus!” Amaya shouted at me. I was walking slowly because I knew on Thursdays after last lesson I might bump into to a person that I wanted to see. But Amaya was right, we would miss the bus back home if a dawdled any longer. Sighing, I ran with her taking a short cut through the small bit of ‘forest’ that Ash High owned which would have led us directly to the bus park, and we could have just hopped on the bus sheltered from the oncoming storm that the sooty and murky sky threatened.

But we didn’t make it that far. “Well, well, well. Who do we have here? Our stuck up little friends of course.” Taunted Gina, stepping out from behind a few trees stopping up in our tracks. I took a sharp breath in, shocked to say the least; I could feel that Amaya was quaking. “Not so brave now, are we?” she cackled, readying her nonexistent bulging muscles. We should have just run away. But I thought I could have taken her; I was a lot faster and more buoyant. Plus it was two against one.  Amaya must have read my mind and stupidly but courageously yelled “We aren’t scared of you Gina! You’re just a fat pig with no friends.” But her voice trembled as she spoke.


“A fat pig with no friends? A fat pig with no friends! I wouldn’t be sure about that if I was you.” She screamed. I didn’t understand what she was talking about at first until the trees started moving. Sage green plants started to tremble, and blue, green, brown and hazel eyes popped out of hedges, and before we knew it we were overwhelmed by skanky teenagers all whom were girls; some were almost 20, others looked about 13. We were outnumbered. Every girl stood behind Gina including her faithful minions; each had a hard look on their face unreadable but plain nasty. Gina must have been pretty quick at rounding all of these stinkers up; it looked like 15 overweight rats had just escaped from the sewers and had crawled up to help the chef stinker of them all; Gina.

“Scout and Morag grab Amaya, Gabby and Helga take Casey” A weedy looking weasel painfully twisted my left arm back whilst a Ginger fatty took my right one. Two identical twins with pinched faces and scabs all over them pinned Amaya to ground making her scream. I thrashed fiercely, but their grip was too tight. It was no use. Helplessly I screamed for help, but my sound was just lost in the newly cutting wind; nobody was near, nobody was coming.

Through a small gap in the trees I saw our metal safety bus leaving without us, and my heart sank. But I wasn’t about to let a couple of year eights pin me down ready for slaughter like a poor little foul. I karate kicked and punched, winding the lardy girl and making her fall to the ground wheezing, then I kneed the little rat in the stomach causing her too to fall. Some people would have laughed, but I couldn’t; not in that situation. As soon as I leapt over them to help Amaya somebody rather large jumped on me pinning me to the ground and started to suffocate me with their enormous quantity.

I knew what was coming soon, so I could only go out with dignity. “You’re not brave at all Gina otherwise you would have fought us on your own. You’re pathetic!” I screamed trying not to cry in front of her.                                                                                                                                                “Do you know what Casey? I think you and you’re friend are the only pathetic ones around here” She spat nastily in my face, her slobber stinging my eyes. “Girls, give them what they have had coming for a long time!”

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