Ralph Aird, the scumbag of the school with a father to prove it – or so I’d always thought. But am I any better than he is? Is this God getting his revenge on me for being so rotten to Ralph in the past? Well, I don’t deserve it. Thank goodness for Diane. She ran with me outside the supermarket and stayed with me while I cried my eyes out. I’ve never cried in front of anyone before, but I can do it with Diane. She understands. ‘I don’t blame you for hating Ralph Aird,’ she said. ‘He’s just so glad to see you in the same boat as he is now.’And do you know, I’d never really thought about it like that. But it’s true. That’s why he’s always got that smirk on his face. ‘But you’re better than he is, Lissa,’ Diane told me. ‘You can rise above him. He’s a low life. Common as the muck on the bottom of my shoe.’To make matters worse Ralph Aird couldn’t let it be. He came out of the supermarket and stared taunting me. ‘Your dad’s coming out with the boys and me next week.
