I push open the door and stepped outside flinging my handbag over my arm and tilting forward my glasses to peer over the top I noticed my friend leaning against the cold hard brick wall.

Samantha I cry how are you darling? Stepping delicately on my new heels I picked up on the way and pressing the lock key on the Mercedes behind me, as she walks over to me her long blonde hair swaying and her, perfect nails grab my arms as she pulls me in and gives me a kiss on both cheeks “ how long has it been?” She exclaims, look at this dump! Not wanting to give up character I roll my eyes and follow suite as she waltz’s into the open door of the gym, ugh nothing worse than the smell of sweaty gym clothes in a giant container for lost property.

Samantha walks around with disgust I can’t believe we were forced to learn in these conditions, what was daddy thinking? I look at her as she strolls around in the corridor looking at the pictures of old classes on the walls, a trophy cabinet to the right side filled with trophy’s not one that Samantha hadn’t won previously she was perfect at everything, not like me..

It’s funny in school I always imagined it would

Be me who would get the good job and husband and family life, but here I am 26, working in a supermarket, living in my tiny flat with just my cat kibbles for company, I’m so glad that Samantha doesn’t know, she would not be here with me if she did!, she has the life I always dreamed of a handsome husband 3 perfect

Children, a chihuahua puppy and a gorgeous 3 bed cottage on the outskirts of Devon.

Oh Rachel I forgot to ask you, how is Simon? Is he treating you like the princess you are? I can feel myself going red as she turns and I can feel her stare burning into my soul, I cough, oh yes all good he’s talking about taking me to Rome next weekend as he is taking some time off, with all the money he’s made he doesn’t need to be there and he’s gone and brought me a beautiful new suite for our front room it looks divine with gorgeous velvet cushions and a brand new pouffe to match, he really is such a perfect husband

Wonderful just wonderful Samantha exclaims smiling broadly,”just like Jacob he’s the same, but with us doing up the cottage before moving in I had it just perfect before I moved

In!”

We carry on walking up the stairs to the ICT rooms, I’m so glad she’s not listening properly, what on Earth did I ramble on like that for I never have been a good liar!

This place has so many memories, I thought they were good but I know Samantha wouldn’t agree so I look around smiling to myself.