trappedinthedollhouse

“That’s bullsh*t, Soph, and you know it,” said Josie, raising her eyebrows up in challenge. This outburst was really unexpected – b*tchy was a colour that definitely did not suit her.
Sophia looked up from where she was sitting on the rocky ledge. She rubbed a bit of dried mud off her trainers and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she looked up from underneath her side fringe. “Jose,” she said absentmindedly, as though the girl was a bug that had found itself under the toe o... Read Full Chapter

I could feel Esme’s cold eyes boring into the back of my skull as our coach bumped along the country lanes of Yorkshire. I couldn’t blame her – stuck at the back with Queen Emo? I’d want to kill myself too. When I turned my head around, Esme was huddled as close to the window as possible, as though Addison Matthews was contagious. I couldn’t help but smile to myself – I could feel jealous vibes drip off of her as she presented me with another Esme-Easton-scowl before I sunk back down into m... Read Full Chapter