First Lesson

First lesson for Hayley was Sociology. She enjoyed her sociology lessons. Maybe that was because their warm teacher, Mrs Hafferty, was amazing. She could light up the room with her happiness and her enthusiasm for such a boring subject. Mrs Hafferty wasn't fashion conscience and that showed today in her tight black tee shirt and long flowing green skirt. She was a big woman and her stomach sometimes spilled over the waistband, yet she didn't appear to care. Hayley liked this the most. It wasn't often you found a hero when you're heavy. Everyone now wants to be stick thin, a size zero. This prospect made her shudder.

In this lesson was Roxie. Roxie had just joined the school to do sixth form and she was from the village next to Hayley's and when they were together they got on like a house on fire. Roxie was one of the tall, slender girls that Hayley hated or envied. Whichever way you wanted to see it. She had short strawberry blonde hair that was wavy and when she wore it down it sprung in loose waves around her face like a lion's mane. She had beautiful blue eyes that were always expertly teamed with make up to give you a knock out effect. Roxie was quiet but still one of the most confident girls there. Her dreams were to be on stage and she took the acting, dancing and singing lessons to make sure she got there. Hayley envied Roxie's confidence but Hayley was never one to show anything so she let her anger pass.

Moving into the classroom she sat down and smiled, winking over at Cleo who was sat at the other side of the classroom. "Alright, Roxie baby?" The girl smiled as she looked over at her friend, Hayley's hair had bumped up in the bobble and she looked as if she'd just been dragged through a hedge but no one was going to say anything to her. Hayley didn't give a damn about her appearance, she just cared about having a good time.
"I'll be better if you explain the theatrics this morning." Hayley laughed before nibbling her lip lightly and looking at her, sitting down.
"I'm so dramatic these days. It's to get the attention I want." She said laughing as the song on her iPod switched and she started to jive to herself. Not caring that people were watching her.
"You hate being known as a mardy bitch." Roxie said tugging the earphones out, Hayley raised a finger to her pursed lips and shushed her.
"Life is about to change." She said before smiling at Mrs Hafferty who walked in, looking flustered as she was later as per.

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Ellie sighed as she walked into class, her books hugged to her chest tightly as if fearing that some bastard would steal them off her. Ellie was the curvacious blonde who had looks to die for. Her hair hugged her face and emphasised the shape, the side fringe hiding her left eye. Her eyes were a summer green and they always had Hayley in a tizzle. Hayley absolutely adored the eyes and always joked it was what made her fall madly in love with Ellie. Ellie had on a fitted short that showed her hourglass waist and impressive breasts, a skirt that touched her knees still looked amazing on Ellie and gave the right knockout as it showed her tight covered legs. Boys were drooling for Ellie but she never noticed.

In art she was accompanied by Keeley, the eighth member of the group who rarely hung out with them but she was working her way back into them. She had long brown hair that was always kepy back with a headband, her eyes neatly made out with thick amounts of black eyeliner. She had a gothic thing about her but she wasn't. She just loved to be individual. Keeley smiled as Ellie approached their working bench. "How's Hayley now?"

"She'll never get over the betrayal."

"They should have known that. She's cold hearted. She was brought up like that." Ellie nodded realising that she was exactly the same.

As they'd excitedly talked about their time away without them, Ellie had found her hands clenching into fists. Her teeth gritting as she thought of how easy it would be to scream and shout. How much she craved to tell them to fuck off and go die somewhere because of how they'd made them feel. To know that Hayley had thought that she was unloved, to know that Lily hadn't cared as she was always used to the let down. This was the first time Ellie had ever felt anything like this and she didn't like how psychotic she started to feel as she thought of what they had done to them. "She just needs mental payback."

"Ah, she's writing a story about killing them then?" Ellie laughed. They all knew that's how Hayley survived. She'd write a story. The more anger she felt the better the content of the story.

"She's probably finished it."