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      Mean Girls

      New Girl

      Paige Harbison

      Confessions of an Angry Girl

       Louise Rozett

      Here Lies Bridget

      Paige Harbison

      Speechless

      Hannah Harrington

       www.miraink.co.uk

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      New Girl

      Paige Harbison

       PRAISE FOR PAIGE HARBISON

      “For fans of Gossip Girl.” —Teen Vogue

      “Here Lies Bridget is an ideal read for victims of this abysmal behaviour [bullying], offering keen and witty insight into the emotional motivations of privileged narcissists … What’s so engaging about Here Lies Bridget is its honest insight into Bridget’s self-perception … [A] solid and intriguing read.” —Los Angeles Times

      “The novel unfolds with a certain sweetness and a lack of

      cynicism, which I found refreshing. This may be because

      author Paige is only twenty years old, so her connection

      with a young audience is natural and easy.”

      —New York Times bestselling author Jen Lancaster on Here Lies Bridget

      “Ms Harbison wrote a fantastic book. It was filled with

      great life lessons as well as great entertainment.”

      —Books with Bite blog, 5 Bites

      “I totally loved this book! From the moment I opened

      it up and read the first page I was hooked. I seriously

      couldn’t put it down … Overall a fantastic, captivating

      page-turner every high-school-aged girl should

      pick up and read.”

      —My Precious: The Ramblings of a

      Kindle Addict blog

      “Here Lies Bridget is a fun, sweet, cruel and wonderfully delightful story that is part Mean Girls and part A Christmas Carol.” —Fiktshun blog

      To Angela Petrunick,

      who lost her computer privileges at work because of this

      book—and who helped me make it what it is today

       “Oh, for the time

       when I shall Sleep

       Without identity.”

       —Emily Brontë

      chapter 1 me

      THE PANORAMIC VIEW OUTSIDE THE WINDOWS of the bus showed a world that wasn’t mine. It was chilly in early September and the trees were pine, not palm.

      I grew up in St. Augustine, Florida. My life so far had been made up of conversations over noisy fans, shrieking at the sight of pony-size bugs in the shower, and coming home from the beach to find an alarmingly sunburned reflection waiting for me in the mirror. When I took my Labrador, Jasper, for a walk, it meant running in the surf and tossing a tennis ball into the waves. I hardly ever got in the car without my thighs sticking to the hot seats, and most of my neighbors were renters or vacationers. It wasn’t Hawaii, but it wasn’t New Hampshire, either. And that, unfortunately for this warm-weather girl, was where I found myself now.

      Towering trees of dark, thick green loomed over the highway we rode down. It was fifty-five degrees out, the sun had already set at six, and it was only September second. St. Augustine isn’t bliss all year round, and I’m the first to admit it, but it’s never this cold yet. Not this early in the year. My friends back home were still going for swims after school every day and requesting outdoor seating at restaurants. Restaurants that I was already craving to order from again.

      Behind me I was leaving all of the warmth of home, my best friends, and a really comfortable queen-size bed that lay next to a big window that overlooked the beach and filled my room with the smell of salty sand. I was leaving all of that for a boarding school. Up north. Where I knew no one.

      I’d never been the new girl before, and I barely knew what to think. But every time I remembered that that would be my new identity, a surge of nervous anticipation spread from my chest right down to the pit of my stomach. I was about to step into the spotlight in front of eight hundred other students. Would they wait for me to dance and entertain them, or would they expect me to walk right across the stage and back out of sight?

      And which would I do?

      My parents had called this a “surprise.” Poor, deluded, lovely things that they are. It turned out that they had been submitting an application for me every year since I’d begged to go to boarding school in eighth grade. I’d found this place on Google somewhere, and excitedly called them to the computer where I’d gone on and on about how much fun it would be.

      This was right after I’d finished all of the Harry Potter books, unsurprisingly, and would have given anything to be swept away and told that my life was more than it seemed. When my first application was submitted and rejected, I’d burst into adolescent tears. When I had stepped into my new huge, public high school for the first time, I’d felt sick with regret that I couldn’t be somewhere else. It felt so plain, so black-and-white.

      But by the time my parents presented me with the fruits of their secret labors, I’d grown to really love my “plain” life—largely thanks to them, admittedly. Not even in that “never know what you’ve got until it’s gone” kind of way. I was happy

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