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Lauren insisted.
    I hugged her gratefully – she’d just made me feel like a million dollars.
    ‘You look lovely too,’ I said as I grabbed my coat and off we set down the road towards the school.
    We could hear the music even before we’d even reached the main entrance. The hall was hot and sweaty with too many kids running around and not enough windows open.
    ‘God, it’s like an oven in here!’ I shouted to Lauren over the boom of the music.
    She nodded and wafted her hand against her face to create a draft. It was boiling.
    Disco lights flashed and lit up the room with neon colours. We threw our coats on a pile in a cloakroom and headed towards the dance floor. As we did so I spotted the usual group of popular girls standing in a corner of the room. I wanted to smile over but I knew it was pointless. Maybe now they’d seenmy new outfit they’d be a little kinder. However, the more I looked over, the more I noticed something was wrong. They were standing there, pointing towards us, whispering. Lauren and I started to dance but I couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling. They were looking over and talking about us but I didn’t know why. I saw one girl dip her head and say something to the rest of the group; they all nodded and began to laugh.
    I glanced down at my top, I wondered if I’d spilt toothpaste or something down it, but there was nothing there. I was worried. Why were the girls looking over and what was so funny? My eyes darted from the group back to Lauren. She’d spotted them too but was just as baffled as me. I fretted; maybe we were dancing wrong? It was hopeless, I felt stupid. I was just about to suggest we sit down when the ringleader approached. Her name was Melanie and she was a nasty piece of work. She was pretty and she knew it. I hated her with a passion. The others pushed her over towards us, egging her on to say something. I waited to see what was wrong. Halfway across the dance floor she stopped and momentarily turned back to face the group. As she did, everyone started to laugh. They were so loud that you could hear them over the din of the music.
    More and more kids joined in the group so they could share the joke. It was as if half the hall were standing in the corner, whispering and pointing over.
    I’d gone to the disco feeling a million dollars but now I felt less than worthless. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. The girl smirked as she approached, but she wasn’t smirking at Lauren, she was smirking at me. My heart sank; I knew whatever it was she had to say, her words would crush me.
    She looked me up and down for what seemed like an eternity before she finally spoke.
    ‘Everyone here thinks you’ve got tissues stuffed down your top.’ she said, pointing at my chest.
    I self-consciously pulled my top away from my body. The girl saw me do it and turned back to the group, who dissolved into fits of laughter. Suddenly my trainer bra felt too tight against my chest. My heart thumped hard with both fear and embarrassment.
    ‘What?’ I asked, even though I’d heard her the first time.
    ‘I
said
,’ she began to shout, her voice was so loud that others nearby could hear, ‘we all think you’ve got tissues stuffed down your top and
they
,’ she said, pointing towards my breasts, ‘aren’t real.’
    I was mortified. I wanted to die right there and then but the horror on my face only made them roar even more. I glanced at the group and then down at the floor. I felt utterly humiliated – the whole school was laughing at me. Even Lauren didn’t know what to say. We both just stood there.
    ‘But…but…I
don’t
use tissues,’ I stammered, trying to find the right words.
    ‘Well, we think you do and it looks stupid. You look like a slag!’ Melanie said, turning on her heel. With that, she headed back to the safety of the group. Her words hit me like a right hook to the side of my face. By now the whole room was in on the joke and everyone was looking