Being a popular girl, ha... a distant dream even though it was only weeks ago I was holding my Gucci bag, draped in Louis Vuitton and scented in DKNY's Million Dollar Perfume.

Been there, done that, got that T-shirt!

When I had finished that 'princess' act, it seemed that nothing else mattered. Funny how you can spend all that time trying to impress people, that will still leave you in the dirt when someone new comes along.

I remember that day; 12th of June 2015. My aunt (who worked in The Perfume Shop) had received the first DKNY's Million Dollar Perfume. That day also just happened to be my birthday and so in pink and blue wrapping paper, lay my beautiful, million-dollar gift.

That day, I wore it with my best clothing, my Air Max 97 and my Chloe Chloe designer top.

Everyone loved the scent, students swarming around me like bees, even though yesterday, no one was talking to me.

From then on, the girls used to hang out me. Instead of usually leaving the cafe as a lone wolf, I left with a girl gang.

I became friends with Ava-Joy Anderson and Madison Taylors, who were known as, 'The Chick-Lits.

So there I was, sitting with the cheerleaders and the jocks, feeling special and excited.

Then Christmas came and Daddy awarded me with the iPhone XR Max Gold.

Yep, I stared as it shone and shimmered in my hand.

And then God showered more blessings and my father became the manager of the bank, JP Morgan Chase & Co, meaning more money.

Soon, I had guys falling to their knees to go out with me.

But Alex Johnson swept me off my feet with his charming looks and dazzling-blue eyes.

Before the glitter and glamour, grades were most important to me; I usually scored A+ and even a B could get me upset, sobbing for days on end, even though my parents would say I tried my hardest.

You could say I was a geek chic before. I still enjoyed parties and shopping, but I was more of a fan girl, obsessed with Union J and Puella Magi Madoka Magica, a popular Japanese anime.

Maths was my favorite subject: simultaneous equations were as easy as 1,2,3.

My teachers were very pleased with me, always congratulating me and you could say I was a teacher's pet.

Soon, school work was a bore. I'd sleep, go out late with friends, not study for assessments and as a result, not do my homework. F- became a good friend to me as I used to see it regularly on my test papers.

I would answer back at my teachers and make lame excuses for not doing my work.

Their faces turned with horror when I became that girl.

After school, me and the girls would go Victoria's Secret, eat McDonald's, sip Starbucks Caramel Frappuccinos and get our nails done at Palmer's Beauty.

It was fun, I guess, but it wasn't fun to bully others. Shrimps, we used to call them.

It wasn't just younger people we bullied but anyone who wasn't like us.

For this, we did get detention but then who cares?

Things at home became worse too. Daddy wasn't around much, he was working. Within few months, Mummy became furious that he wasn't around much; Daddy accused her of being lazy.

I watched my family crumble before my own eyes and was helpless to the situation.

In a matter of weeks, the house was silent. Daddy eventually ran away with the checkout lady at Waitrose and Mummy and I were stuck together.

Then, there were bills to pay and Mum rushed to get a job and she ended up as a hairdresser at Stacy's Style. It was such a low-paying job that we had to abandon the three-storey house and move to a small, secluded flat.

I tried to keep up with the act but it became harder.

So I had to do it; steal.

One day, me and the girls went shopping and we all headed to Accessorise to buy some items for Maryanna's party on Saturday.

It was next week Saturday and was said to be the biggest party so we were grateful for the invite, though I still wasn't sure what i would wear.

Whilst everyone was buying Maryanna pom-poms and key rings, I went to the back of the store when a plain, white pom-pom caught my eye.

The rest were all paying for the things so I took the chance.

I grabbed it. And walked out.

About 5 minutes after walking out, our ears were pierced to the deafening noise of sirens.

I went crimson, sweat dripped from my brow and my palms were sweaty.

Inside, I was praying and wished I hadn't taken the pom-pom.

We then began to run, pacing the stairs but we weren't as fast as two minutes later, we were being questioned.