I used to be a complete ‘freak’ - I wore all black and bondage pants and was into really heavy metal and science fiction and all that stuff. I always said I hated the jocks and cheerleaders, but secretly all I ever wanted was to be like them, and liked by them.

Then, last May, my parents told me we were moving, and I suddenly realised that now was my chance to change. I was moving to a state on the other side of the country, so no one would ever know what I used to be like. Now I could be whoever I wanted.

So I got a summer job, started working out, dyed my hair lighter and wore lighter make-up. I earned enough money to get pretty much a whole new wardrobe, and I lost a load of weight. When I started school again, I hung out at the football games and got to know the cheerleaders and the football players, and started hanging around with them. A few months later, and now I’m friends with all the popular girls, and I’m dating a football player.

My confession? I hate my new life. I was much happier as a freak, but I don’t have the guts to drop all my new ‘friends’ (who, by the way, are all shallow idiots) and go back to the way I was. Besides, even if I did have the guts, the people at my school that are like my old crowd all despise me, because they think I’m just like every other jock and cheerleader.

The scariest thing is that maybe I am.