2. Me, myself and I
My name is Carrie Hart, I am 14 years old and this is my story. I woke up at 6am as usual; I got dressed and walked to the bus stop, alone. The grass was wet and stuck to my shoes and the wind blew my hair left, right and centre. I must have looked awful when I finally got on the yellow, dirty bus. I could see the menacing school building getting closer and closer. She was stood there, smiling at me like a tiger showing its teeth before it rips its prey to pieces.
Let me tell you a little about Courtney Grey, she is just one of those girls who is perfect in every which way. Perfect hair, perfect figure, prefect teeth… Perfect life. You know the sort? Well I’m not like that, I don’t have a perfect life, I live with my grandma and her deaf little cat Tibby. I look after myself in this world though, I don’t need anybody.
‘Hi Carrie!’ she yelled as I got off the bus, showing her pearly white teeth. I walked straight past her, hiding my face. But she’d already gotten hold of me, her long nails digging into my shoulders. ‘Didn’t your parents ever tell you it was rude to ignore somebody when they’re speaking to you?’ she cackled ‘Oh no, they’re dead aren’t they?’ her sarcastic grin had spread across her face. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t, my heart was beating faster and faster like it was going to bust out of my chest and stain my school jumper. She was a bloodhound, she could smell my fear.