me vs. the world

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Me vs. the World

Chapter OneOne of the boys

Welcome to my own personal version of hell. School.I’m sitting in Welsh, daydreaming about the sunshineoutside. I could hear the shouts of the lucky year sevenson their break. How I envied them. The sun shone throughthe window as if to mock us, to tease us. Miss Amy wasexplaining about grammar or something but no-one waslistening. Everyone was planning what they were going todo after school, when the summer holidays officially

started.‘Katherine Millan! I asked you a question!’ I was joltedback to reality.‘Sorry Miss. Can you repeat the question?’ She frownedbut asked someone else instead. Being the head’sdaughter means you are pretty much untouchable. I triedto concentrate on the lesson but my mind kept wanderingback to the endless days lying on the cool grass in theKymn, watching the clouds go by with my two best friends,

Nina and Jo. Also, this summer, we are planning to all getguys. All of us are single and looking for love, well for aguy to like us more than as friends.

Confusion, it’s not a great feeling. And that’s how Ifeel about Samuel Mathews. He acts like he can see rightthrough me. He tolerates me, I’m basically an annoyance.I want him to see the real me. So I’m going to hatch a planto make him acknowledge my presence. This is the idealresult;

•He sees the real me and finds it very attractive.

• He asks me on a date.

• We end up together.

Hmmm… guess I’m living in a fantasy land. Well Welshdoes that to me, makes me forget all sense of reality. Thebell rang for last lesson and I packed up my school bag.Last lesson of the day, of the school year, English. At leastEnglish isn’t as snore-worthy as Welsh. Miss James

promised we could watch some of Romeo and Juliet as wewere studying it this term. I slumped on my desk and tried



to focus on the film but my thoughts were drawn to Sam.He was sitting next to me, in almost exactly the sameposition as I was. I shut my eyes and daydreamed abouthim kissing me until I heard him whisper, ‘Kathy, wake up!

Lesson’s nearly over.’ I sat up and looked around the stuffyclassroom; everyone was staring intently at thewhiteboard screen. Damn it! I really had fallen asleep. Hechuckled softly to himself, ‘Yeah, I know Romeo and Julietis boring. I nearly fell asleep myself.’ The bell rang twice tosignify the end of the school day.

Everyone cheered and the girls hugged one anotherand the boys punched each other. Nina jumped on myback so I span around until she go off. We were both in

hysterics and then Jo came over and hugged us both sohard we were nearly strangled. We waved at all our otherfriends as we walked home. We all live in a row. My houseis in the middle and we devised a system last summerabout calling for each other to go to school. We even setup a knock language to use on our bedroom walls, we areall up in the attic, you see.

It’s amazingly fun living next door to your bestfriends. It makes sleepovers and going out a lot easier. Our

parents rarely see us in the holidays; we are always outwith each other. We can walk to the pool so we do that onreally hot day and Samuel is doing a lifeguard coursethere for the summer. Hot weather and a hottie! Whatcould be more fabulous? Hmm, you tell me! Nina and Jowent into their houses and I mine.

I climbed the stairs, shedding my tie as I went. Iopened the door to my room and sighed. The calm whitewalls contrasted brilliantly with the red carpet andcurtains. I had spent days just planning what my newroom in the attic would look like. The bed was tucked up inthe corner, unmade as usual. This bad habit of mine didn’thalf annoy my mum. She was forever yelling at me to goand make it. I changed into something more comfortablethan my Stanley High uniform, short shorts and a skinnytop. I let my hair loose and just put a bow in it. I then puton my flip flops and dashed downstairs to answer thedoorbell. Nina was standing there and I grabbed my keyand shut the door. We stood on Jo’s path, waiting for her.



She was a slow changer. Nina and I were the powerchangers.

We walked down the road and were then ambushedby cute guys in our year with super soakers. We screamed

and fought back. We were the best girl fighters in our year. They retreated and we did a celebratory dance. A few carshonked their horn so we giggled and waved at them.

The Kymn isn’t far from our houses so we went thereand claimed our usual spot under the trees. No one couldsit there but us. We laughed as the queen bees glided inthrough the gilded iron gates and their faces fell as soonas they saw us sitting on the cool grass. Every year thereis a little battle over who can get the spot before the

other. We win every time. The lead bee, Kimmy whispereda catty comment and had the entire group in stitches.Whatever she said probably wasn’t very funny. All the girlsfollow her lead so they can stay ‘cool’, well their definitionof it. I know for a fact half of them want to hang out withus because we have such fun and are often in the middleof hysterics when someone else says something fun so weend up rolling around the floor, clutching our sides.

We high fived each other over the victory of the cool

spot. The Kymn is the place to be seen. Well, it was untilthey built the Starbucks on the high street. Apparentlydrinking coffee in the window seat is better than havingfun in the open air. I have no clue what Kimmy and herposse were doing here. They should be claiming thewindow seat, not apatch of grass in a park. Then the boys walked in. Samueland his gang of friends always played football here in thesummer. So that was her little game. She was trying toimpress the boys. That was if boys were interested inimmense fake ness, which they are because she is a twofaced lying backstabber. I looked in the opposite directionto them, but they kept kicking their ball in our direction. Icouldn’t resist. I stood up and kicked the ball neatlybetween the jumpers they were using as goalposts. Theyall erupted into a cheer and invited us three to play withthem. I accepted for us and I was fought over for bothteams. I agreed to be on the opposite team to Samuel. Igrinned at the captain and then dribbled the ball past



three of their men and scored another goal. They alllooked surprised. I smirked. This should be easy.

We ended up winning 6-4. Sam was amazing in goalswhen he wanted to be. I cursed as he stopped yet another

goal. We called the match to an end and we all trudged tothe centre of the field, sweaty and out of breath. Kimmyand her posse were watching us play and were laughing atmy skill at football. They thought girls should be great atshopping and rubbish at sports. It was a revelation tomeet a girl who was good at sports. And they mockrevelations. Sam gave me the hardest high five I haveever received. The other clapped me on the back and I

jogged back over to where Jo and Nina were sitting. They

looked at me like I was an alien.‘What?’ I said‘Wow! You are great at football!’ Nina exclaimed.‘I second that. Were did you learn to play like that?’‘Well Peter always made me play with him when we wereyounger but then he realised I always beat him so he gaveup.’ I replied, ‘I guess I’m a natural at it.’Sam came over, ‘I’ll say! You are the best girl player I haveever played against.’ He said. ‘Want to play on Saturday?

You know, training? Just you and me, without theentourage?’ He was asking me out! This was unexpected. Just as I was about to say yes, when Miss. Supreme Fakestrode over. She acted like I was the best person in theentire world ever. I gave Sam a get-rid-of-her look. Heasked her to leave. Her jaw dropped. She never getsrejected. She pouted and flounced off, wiggling her ass

just in case Sam was watching. He wasn’t. He was lookingat me. His smile was gorgeous and his blue eyes werelooking deep into mine. Thos was my idea of perfection.Heaven on earth.

We walked home singing our favourite songs. This isthe best day of my life ever. I opened the door and leanedback against it and sighed. I waltzed into the kitchen. Myparents were sitting at the table, whispered shouting. Notthe best thing to walk in on. They turned to look at mewith apologetic looks on their faces. I stared wearily atthem.‘Honey, sit down. We have got something to tell you.’



I sat down and looked frightened at them. ‘We’re moving,Baby.’Shit.

Chapter TwoSay What?

I stared at my parent’s in disbelief.‘We’re what?’ I choked.‘Well, we’re mov-‘Mum tried to say.‘No! Don’t repeat it! I cannot move!’I charged up the stairs and flung myself on my bed andbegan crying. My world finally was perfect, and all of thatwas going to be ruined by my selfish parents. I may seem

like a spoilt brat but Sam had finally asked me out! Iwasn’t going to move away from my life here. I havefriends and a great life here. I cannot move away from mylife here!

After about half an hour of crying, I trudgeddownstairs.‘Where are we moving to?’ I grunted.‘Los Angeles.’ My mum replied. ‘You will be going to a private high school.’

I examined the pattered tiles.‘Why are we moving?’ I asked.‘Dad and I have gotten promoted to our own law firm inAmerica. This is an amazing opportunity for us. Please canyou see reason?’‘What about my life here, my friends?’‘You can IM them can’t you? You have always wanted anIM account.’

I was fighting a losing battle. I was moving whether Iwanted to or not. I had to phone Nina and Jo and break thetragic news. We had a major sob-fest on conference call.We promised to stay BFFLs no matter what, IM-ing andcalling everyday. I said goodbye and walked slowly up thestairs to begin packing up my room.

I was an only child so I had a lot of stuff because myparents spoilt me a little. A lot of clothes and new gadgetsevery Christmas and birthday. I packed most of my clothesin one night. I just dumped it into assorted suitcases withtears streaming down my face. I yelled at my parentsevery time they offered me ‘advice’ or their help with



packing. Soon they got the picture and left me alone. I leftout a few outfits for the next three days. We were movingin three days! I sat in bed and rested my head on myknees. Why was my world turning upside down? Was it

karma? What had I done to deserve this? I lay down anddidn’t wake till midday the next morning.

I dragged myself from my bed and slumped into thebathroom. I washed my hair and blow-dried it. I tied it upinto a pony-tail and shrugged on my clothes. I ploddeddownstairs and eat my breakfast solemnly. My parentswere out at some court case and were coming back in afew hours to start packing up the remainder of thefurniture. Some much was going in to storage. All my

childhood memories were being packed up and going tosome warehouse.I logged onto my account on my white Macbook Air.

Its password protected because my journal is on there. Itype diligently in there everyday, with the exception of yesterday. I wrote the bare minimum.‘OMG! I can’t believe what my parents are forcing me todo! Move to freaking America!’

That’s it. All I wanted to say. My life was going down the

toilet and I was sitting typing about it on a computer. Islammed the lid shut. I stalked out of the house, onlystopping to grab my door key.

I may seem like I’m acting like a spoilt brat but aftermy parents promise that before all future promotions theywould discuss it with me. That promise didn’t last verylong! I was so angry at them. I texted Sam to ask if hecould meet me in the Kymn. He agreed as he only livesdown the road from it. I ran all the way there, barelybreaking out into a sweat. As soon as Sam saw me heembraced me into a bear hug and told me to cry if Iwanted to. Nina had called him and told him the news. Isobbed onto his shoulder and he sat me down andmopped up my tears.‘You moving changes nothing. I still like you. When youmove back, we will go out then. My dad’s a lawyer to andthese things are only temporary. He says you will be backin a few months tops.’

I hung onto him. He took my face gently in his handsand kissed me softly, his lips just brushing mine. It was



sweet and interrupted by the queen of immense falseness,‘What the hell are you doing to my boyfriend, you cow?!’She demanded. Sam just stared at her, gaping at her.‘We broke up three months ago. You have no claim to me!’

He hissed angrily. Kimmy ignored him.‘How dare you make out with him? We are totally in love!’She yelled, getting right in my face. I slapped her. Whatelse was I going to do? Let her spit in my face? She reeledaway, looking gob smacked (quite literally. Sam stared atme with a triumphant look on his face. She turned to lookat me, the foulest look upon her face. My eyes widened.She was practically frothing at the mouth she was soangry. I stared her down, she turned away crying.

‘Babe, how could you this to me? We lov each other.’‘Correction babe, we used to love each other until youcheated on me with my best friend.’ I was shocked at thispiece of information. She was just as bad as Nina, Jo and Ihad thought. In fact she was worse, much worse.

She turned and flounced out of the park. Her leftcheek was incredibly red from where I had slapped her.‘Now where were we?’ Sam said to me and kissed meagain. This time it was long and heartfelt, with no jealous

teens interrupting. Perfect.

Chapter ThreeHate is a strong word

I sat back in my seat. This was it. I was on the plane to LosAngeles. No going back. I was moving to America. Nina, Jo,Sam and all my other friends are gone. I logged onto mycomputer and loaded up MSN. I’d created the accountyesterday. So many people were logged on. The flurry of messages I received was nice to see. I typed a quick replyto each and then turned my computer off. It was time fortake off.

We touched down after a long flight. I was so tired.My hair hung down in ringlets and my eye make-up wassmudged. Mum and Dad had bought a new car for our newAmerican life. It was a black Bentley. I thought it lookedvery pretentious. We pulled up outside our new house. Itwas huge. Three floors at least. I had almost the top floor



to myself. Mum and Dad had their office space, but thatwas to be expected.

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