“Dear diary,

School was strange today, everyone seemed to be laughing about something and my friends avoided me like the plague, pretending to have some club to go to, as if I don’t know that’s not true. I’m not sure if these things are even related but if they are then it would seem that I’m in deep trouble.”

“Lia, is it true?” my annoying twin asks me, barging into my room, as I finish the last sentence and close my diary.

“What are you on about?” I ask him. Did someone find out about THAT and tell everyone?

“Did you really send nudes to Bradley Adams?” he asks, but this time he’s shouting at a volume that makes me sure he wants to make our parents find out.

I stare at him stunned for a little while: that was most definitely not what I was expecting him to say.

“N-no!” I shout back, stuttering slightly due to my anger at him, “Why the hell do you think I would do that?”

“Everyone’s talking about it. Apparently Bradley told Sarah, who told Miley, wh-“

“Okay, I get the point!” I really hate him sometimes, especially as he can’t seem to shut his mouth.

“What am I supposed to do now?” I question the open air, as it’s more likely to give me a good answer than my stupid twin is.

“Well you could just tell everyone that it’s not true,” he suggests. His naivety is beyond me, like that’s ever worked for anyone.

“No, what I need is proof and a scapegoat.”

“What?”

“I’m guessing Bradley sent them to everyone, or at least everyone who he seems important. So I would have to wait for Miley to print them off and send them around school before I got a chance to see them and prove that it’s not me, but that’s a bad idea,” I look up at Danny, he’s one of the popular people, I think, “Did you get them sent to you ?”

“Well obviously I didn’t look at them!” he yells, defensively.

“Give me your phone!”

“What? No!”

“Unless you want to look at them,” I say glaring at him.

“No, no, no, no, no...” he repeats endlessly (until I tell him to shut up), patting down his pockets to find where he actually put his phone.

“Thank you,” I say when he hands it to me.

They’re going to wish that they never started that stupid rumour about me.