“Whoa, Emily this place is awesome. Did you do all of this?” Katie looked around in wonder, she took in everything; the beanbags, the graffiti on the walls, the fridge the candles in the middle of the room. “No, the only contribution I have made is the fridge. That’s the deal if you hang here heaps you contribute to it.” Katie nodded still not entirely sure what this place was, a hole or a haven. “Dunno who fills it, so if its open already don’t touch it.” Katie nodded, its handy having such a wise friend. She walked over to the fridge and opened it. It was on the surface a normal fridge, junk food soft drink, but behind that façade there was booze, lots of it. “Whoa, left overs I’m guessing.” Katie said looking at her friend who was lighting the candles, “Huh, what are you talking about?” Katie looked from the fridge to Emily, “The alcohol Emily, the alcohol.” Emily looked at her friend, her face lit by the candles, completely expressionless, “No Katie, that’s mine.” She walked over and pulled out a cruiser and skulled it before taking another. “Let’s get smashed, I need it.”

“Seriously, Emily, it’s time we left. Come on I’ll help you home. God I wish your stepmother wasn’t home.” Katie half carried her friend out and locked the shed behind her, she put the key where Emily had picked it up. The bell was set to go soon and she had to take her friend through the school and take her home. Emily’s stepmother was a trophy wife, only caring about her own daughter so she doubted that she would notice Emily’s intoxicated state. Versace was the golden child of the house, she was five years old and already had the run of the house, the mantle piece of their giant home was crammed with photos of Versace in all places around the world; in front of things like the Eiffel Tower, the Great Pyramids, Uluru and other famous land marks. She was the one destined to be something the rest of them were just hopeless mistakes, hopeless failures. Except Emily wasn’t, smart and beautiful and funny it was her parents attitude that was breaking her more and more. Katie hated them for it her friend that she knew was slipping away. “What the hell did you do to her?” Oliver came running up to Katie and took Emily off her, “Oh god she’s drunk, what the hell’s going on here?” Katie had never seen Oliver act like this, he just watched as things happened around him, “Oliver, I swear she wanted to drink it, I had like one and she had about ten. She’s crazy.” Oliver looked at Katie, “I know, have you been to the parties she goes to? Have you gone to the clubs with her?”

“Emily, why didn’t you tell me that you went to parties and clubs? Why was I being left out? Emily I feel like I’ve missed a huge part of your life.” Katie said as Oliver drove them to his house. “Oh Katie stop being a drama queen, why am I wet?” she looked around, “Who’s car is this? Where are we going?” Katie looked at her friend. “It’s my car we’re going to my place because my parents are on holiday and that means no one is home, just please, don’t throw up in my car.” Emily nodded and sighed. “Katie can we talk about that later… right now I want to sleep.”

“So how long has she been being Tara Reid? Only a couple of months right?” Katie looked anxiously at Oliver, who shook his head, “Since we were about fifteen. Did you seriously not know? Wow, I thought you would have known, maybe she just thought it was better this way or something. Well you know now.” Katie had rung parents telling them where they were and not surprisingly none of them cared.