"I'm going back it time, shit".

I froze. I went back in time, back to when I was intimidated by her, she terrified me.

I used to think she was beautiful, she was the first girl I'd ever been able to see beauty in, rather than just prettiness. Her name was gorgeous too. All of the boys in our class liked her, she knew it and would use it against them, to her advantage. She'd always ask them if she could borrow their calculaters or rulers or go get her books for her... I envied her, I guess.

We became proper best friends in P7, I think. We went swimming some weekends and went to her house afterwards. She always asked me to stay the night but I always cancelled... not because I didn't like her, her house or her family though, I was at a weird age. I hated staying at my friends houses, I didn't like it at all, I was constantly making excuses.

Her house was brilliant, the first time and only time I stayed was in the first flat. Her and her mum lived there and it was only them. They eventually moved closer to town, the newer flat was much better and didn't seem so dinjy. Being only two women in the house, it was very stylish and was always smelling great. I never really did find out about her dad, I once asked and she told me that she didn't know him, I assume he left before she was born. I really liked her mum, she was really laid back and cool. She dressed really nicely, she was into the latest trends and listened to cool music. This was completely different to what I was used to, back then I always thought my mum was embarrassingly uncool, where as their whole lifestyle was the epitemy of cool. Her mum was so independant, living by herself, raised her child by herself, each time I saw her there was a new man on the scene. I'd always think "how cool?" but now I realise that's not normal. Her independance must have rubbed off on her daughter, or atleast that would explain how she was around the boys in class.

Like her mum, she was always wearing the best clothes. Once, I went shopping with her. We went to all of the shops she got her clothes from. That's when she introduced me to Tammy, the best shop ever. They had the coolest clothes there, baggies and t-shirts with cheesey sayings on them. She was always well dressed, she was the only girl I knew that was allowed to wear mini skirts to school. She had these killer heals aswell, massive big clompy unconventional things they were... I thought they were fabulous. I thought she was fabulous. She was so far ahead of our time.

She wouldn't let me keep my other friends, I had two other close friends that I'd had before me and her became closer. I didn't like that at all. But she scared me, I couldn't say no to her, at all, and she knew that. She was always slagging them off. She was not a nice person. I was a wimp. I constantly gave into her demands. She liked to eat my jaffa cakes, my other friends told me to stop her but I told them I didn't mind... these days, if someone goes near my jaffa cakes, I'll bite their hand off!

But I saw her today, I looked her straight in the eye, through the train window. She looked just the same, she had the same cold facial expression she used to. I was in mid conversation when I saw her. I looked her straight in the face and said "oh my god", which I'm almost sure she could lip read. It embarrassed me, I was not having thee most attractive day and I had a thumping headache, where as she looked great.

I hate it when the bad guys win.