Whenever I think back, I feel the horror going through my veins. I suddenly have goosebumps. It was many years ago.

I was a young girl at the age of eleven. I knew nothing about how things went around my new school. All I knew was that there were many rich and wealthy children in that school, but I was only an ordinary schoolgirl. I was looked down on until one day...a voice called out to me, a voice which warmed me after being out in the cold winter's day. My face was warmed and lit up.

As I looked up I saw a young fresh face. It belonged to wealthy man's son. His name was Ken Mathews. He was the most popular boy in the whole year. This made me most hated, but I felt the least bit cared for. My parents wanted me to be the top at school. Only the best, they thought, but all I wanted was to hear words of comfort. I looked away, with a very red face. He then said, "Hey Miss No-eyebrows".

At that moment, I froze. And all I could say was that I did have eyebrows with a weird tone in my voice. Suddenly a group of fan girls ran in my direction like mad rhinos. They ran to me and hit me on my back causing me to fell violently on to the ground flat on my face. Suddenly Ken came up to me to ask if I was alright. All I could do was look away, my nose bleeding. I then got up, but unfortunately my back was very weak so I fell into Ken's arms. I was breathing heavily. I could see weird blurry objects around me, and I felt hands all around me carrying me to some kind of vehicle.

I then woke up and found myself in a hospital. Ken was sitting next to my bed. At that moment, I thought to myself, at least I was cared for.