Beauty comes from within.

Chapter 3

At lunch time, Emenia scanned the canteen for a table. The tables were all full- not that she wanted to sit next to anyone anyway. She saw a free table. It was the table nobody liked to sit on. The table next to the bins. People like Harry and Lermon sat on them. The coolest people in her school....not. "Yaaaay! she thought." She took at seat. The populars sat on their usual table. The 'rebel' table. They all sat there for the whole lunchtime gossiping about people and not eating a thing because they were all on diets.

She took a bite from her sandwich. It didn't taste right. It never did. Food didn't taste right when she made it. Oh but when her brother made it, it tasted delicious. He was the expert at cooking. He was the expert at everything. He knew her better than she knew herself. With his sparkling brown eyes and his soft and shiny brown hair, he was a ladies man.

Emenia looked outside in curiosity. She saw some girls holding up a sign. She squinted her eyes, trying to work out what the sign said. She glanced in shock. It said:

Emenia- die!

She hated how people judged her. They didn't know what was going on and yet they still judged her on what happened. It was the past. She knew she didn't do anything wrong but nobody ever believed her. Everybody believed the other girl. It was always this way. Always.....

Suddenly, Emenia got up. She couldn't stand it anymore. She needed to be somewhere else. All the whispers, all the shouts, they were making her crazy. She binned her sandwich too. She was never going to finish eating it anyway. She quickly walked away......She had to go past the 'rebel' table. Surprise, surprise, Miya was talking about her wonderful family and her wonderful father. *sigh* "Why couldn't I have a father like that?" she thought to herself.

She went to the girls toilets. Nobody went there. Only if they were desperate. They didn't even go there to do their make up. The toilets were horrible. They were ancient. They were the worse place to be in. She knew nobody would be in them. That's why she went. She went to the sink and washed her face. She never wore make up. She didn't see the point of it. She thought people looked ugly while wearing it. She wiped her face with a paper towl, just as she was doing so the door opened. Miya with one of her sidekicks.

"Oh look who it is. Miss Wandersanian."

She said it on purpose.

"Miya. I don't feel so good. I'm going to wait outside." her sidekick said in a timid voice.

Miya just rolled her eyes and pointed her finger to the door. "Just go." she said in a stern voice.

Then, the two of them were left alone. Miya flicked her glossy blonde hair.

"I'm soo sorry about your mum!" She said sarcastically.

Then she added, "probably gone to hell, that's where you must have driven her."

That was it. Emenia was furious.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY MOTHER! SHE'S IN A BETTER PLACE THEN YOU'LL END UP IN. YOU THINK YOU'RE SO PERFECT WHEN REALLY YOU AREN'T."

She stormed outside. Miya didn't like the tone Emenia spoke to her in. She knew what she had to do. To make Emenia alone once and for all. With no one on her side. She put her arm in one of the toilet doors and quickly slammed the door on it. She screamed in pain. It was broken.

Her sidekick came rushing through the door.

"What happened?"

Emenia heard and also went back to the toilets.

"OMG, are you ok?" As much as she didn't like Miya, she still had the caring heart to go back and see if she was ok.

"NO, I'M NOT FRICKING OKAY. IT WAS YOU WHO DID IT!" Miya pointed a finger at Emenia. "YOU!"

"But she wasn't in the toilets when you broke it?" Her sidekick was puzzled.

"SHUT UP. IT WAS HER." Miya screeched.

Her sidekick realised what she was trying to do and backed away. She didn't care what she had to do, as long as Miya was her friend she was okay. She had to keep up her reputation.

"YOU!" Miya yelled again.

Emenia walked out. "She isn't worth it," she thought. Who cares about what people are going to say? It's not like anyone's going to believe her......."Great they are." she believed. She decided not to cut afternoon class. People would suspect something. People at her school believed everything. Everything revolved around Miya. "Oh well." she thought. Maybe she was going to cut afternoon class after all.....

Miya strutted out of the toilets in pain. She knew what she was going to do but why did it have to hurt so much? The pain was horrifying. Sent a chill to every bone in her body. Was it even worth it? She already had to be her partner. Maybe she could use it as an excuse to get out of it. She could imagine telling Mrs Calabo that she had no intention of working with Emenia because of what she did to her. Better yet, she could get her fabulously rich parents to call the school. The school always sucked up to her parents. They could never come in though. They were too rich and busy to bother. They said they cared but honestly, she could never tell. She walked back into the canteen, fake crying.

"What's wrong?" Aww. That was sweet. Her so called friends cared. None of them were her friends though. Friends? Who needed them. They all used her and sucked up to her anyway. They meant nothing to her. They weren't even a part of her life. They only liked her for her money, and popularity. "Focus." she thought. Got to get my story straight. Don't want to blow this one up.

"It was her. Emenia. She did it."