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Washing her body was the hardest part, but I managed it without too much weirdness. 'Washing Alessia', the bestseller novel by Olivia Clark. Dylan had always told me I had an author's mind.

I shook off the thoughts of my life outside of this body as I shook off droplets of water. Finding a towel, I wrapped it around my body and stepped out of the shower. The room now misty, I leaned over to open the window but was left confused when the handle came off. Hey, at least the window opened. Broken, but open.

I padded out of Alessia's bathroom and found a clean pair of pyjamas in her drawers. I hung up the towel and got dressed.

With no idea what to do to past the rest of the time this evening, I pulled my lip between my teeth—and then went snooping.

I found some of Alessia's old school books. The running theme seemed to be that she was appalling at English but thrived in Art, and wasn't too bad with Maths either. We were very dissimilar.

I guess Dylan is right, maybe I'm more of an English kind of girl. Whilst he was more of a Science guy—he didn't like to rub it in, but I knew that he got A's for all three sciences in the tests, whereas I barely skimmed a C.

I dropped Alessia's books and sighed. I missed Dylan. I missed that, if I were me right now, I could call him up and tell him about all my many problems. I used to do that all the time after school, but Dylan complained that all he could ever hear was my parents shouting at each other.

I pondered this for a few minutes, feeling my heartache. Exhaling, I jumped up from the floor, running over to Alessia's bed and pulling the charging lead out from Alessia's phone.

I searched through her phone for a while before I found Instagram. I opened the app, immediately a guest to her feed—which was covered in nature posts and depressing quotes. I frowned; this was a world away from Neptune, volcanic jewels and poetry—stuff that I liked.

I ignored it and opened up her account, frowning when there were only two posts. One was of a flower from 2014, and another of the side of her face from early 2015. Apart from that, she hadn't posted for a while now. I opened her most recent post—the picture of her and was shocked at the comments.

I followed Alessia, sure, but not when this picture was posted—I can't have been; I didn't remember it.

Reading all the comments, I was absolutely disgusted and horrified. I was so horrified, in fact, that I felt as though my heart was about crack open, that I'd have nightmares about this for nights.

Somewhere, in the back of my head, I just knew that Alessia did have nightmares.

Continuing to read the comments, I froze when I saw a comment from a username that I recognised.

It was a comment from Kiara. Knowing Kiara, I thought it would just be a throwaway comment about how she liked her earring. That's the Kiara I know, I'm sure of it.

But it wasn't.

I read it with a lump in my throat.

@olivia.cclark omg wtf look at her 😩 she can't even post a whole photo of her face 🤧🤣🤣 call your mum's surgeon ASAP hunny

I stared at the comment, reading it over and over again in shock. What? Kiara would never have written this. It must be her brother using her account again—he always did that; he even commented on a photo of me at my cousin's wedding using Kiara's account once, telling me that I looked like a spatula.

But this. She tagged me. Why would she do that?

I frowned down, reading the replies. Some were just from girls at school, agreeing or sending the skull emojis, some were from boys, only replying to get into Kiara's DMs, or her bed—depending on how desperate they were. There was also one next to my username.

I had replied.

I read it, fist clenched.

@urbabykia omg, stop 😅😂

Not being able to see anymore, I threw the phone down onto the bed, face down. I did that? Did I really contribute to the worst days of Alessia Trent's life?

I took a breath, picking the phone back up, tears ready to spill as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to return to the Instagram home screen with them shut so I didn't have to see the comments anymore.

When I opened my eyes, I took a deep breath and navigated my way to Dylan's page, smiling when I saw pictures of him, some with me in too. Still smiling, I started to message him through the DMs. But, I only got as far as 'hey'.

What do I say? 'Hi, this is your best friend living inside of Alessia Trent's body, hope you're enjoying your day'?

I shook my head, deleting the message and swiping my finger so that our chat disappeared, but then a whole new world was unearthed before my eyes.

Alessia's DMs.

I bit my lip. I can't possibly look through these, it would be an invasion of privacy and I wouldn't like it if someone did it to me.

Instead, I let my eyes gaze down at the messages I could see. They were the opening to the messages, and I could read them without opening the chats.

'Aight Rat, calm your..'

I swallowed, tears coming back for a second try at escaping.

'Fix your nose before yo..'

'Stop breathing??? You h..'

'Pls just die rn 🤣🤣 sto..'

'It's your fault he cheate..'

'Ugh, you pig face. Stop t..'

'Lose weight you buffal..'

I was suddenly shaking. I closed the app quickly, swearing at myself. I should not have looked at those stupid messages.

I plugged her phone back in and left it where I found it, before jumping up and looking in the mirror.

Her nose was small and cute.
Her face did not resemble a pig one bit.
And she did not need to lose weight.

Frustrated with people who used hate on others to get attention, I pulled up a chair and sat in front of the mirror.

Alessia did not need to change.
But maybe she could.

I sighed. "I know I told you one day," I began, "but maybe I could use another; I'm going to stop this. I know I can. There are people in the school that love Alessia or at least don't hate her. I'll use tomorrow as a trial run to prove it. I know I can do it. Those DMs won't be there tomorrow. I want to help you, Alessia."

Obviously, I got silence in response. And I'm sure that, if someone recorded me in this room, they would have something to bully Alessia about—this looked insane.

Nonetheless, there is nothing wrong with Alessia Trent, and she and everyone else should start seeing that.

I blew out a breath. I wanted to be out of this body, but not a minute before Alessia sees just how much she is loved.

With that, I tied up Alessia's hair and completed her homework to the best standards I could reach.

With everything prepared for the next school day, I slipped into bed at ten, setting her alarms with a definitive click of determination.

Alessia Trent, you will not be a victim of this anymore.

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optimistic
certain

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love from Ariola

FABULOUS SONGS
(yes! They've returned! This is when I continued writing this book this year!!)

Songs that played when I was writing this chapter (in order):
Down By the Water - The Drums
Moondust - Jaymes Young (just as I wrote 'neptune' wow)
Human Nature - Michael Jackson (I cannot ignore this, why, why 😭😭)
Don't Get Any Closer - Bebe Rexha
Daydream - Ruelle
Cold Heart Killer - Lia Marie Johnson
Water Water - Empress Of
Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

END OF FABULOUS SONGS

Date written:
30/08/18 (so recent omg)

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Next update: ...lets try Saturday, Thursday if I'm bored (but my schedule is actually meant to be Tuesdays and Saturdays 👍🏼)
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CHAPTER SIX SPOILER:

Will Olivia's hope get trampled on?

And if it does, can she mend it?

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