It was the night before the end of year show. I lay in bed, thinking of Lauren and her multipule schlerosis. I remembered her saying her results from the hospital were coming tomorrow.

What if she did have MS?

I suddenly felt lucky that it was her, not me. I wandered what I'd do in Lauren's position? Carry on performing? Risk everything for what I was?

I laughed at the idea that we were all each other. BB had been so critical of Jez for lying to us at the time, but what if it had been him whose dad wanted so much for him. Would sensible, mature Lauren have dealt with the Stefan situation differently to Lola? Would Jez have suffered in silence if he had dyslexia, would Danny have coped as well as BB if his brother was shot?

I often wonder, "what if..."

I walked up slowly to the huge building in front of me. It stared at me through it's glassy walls, welcoming, though impatient and full of hope and expectations. It scared me, but I loved every inch of it already.

Britannia High was already bustling with people, old students coming back and new ones, like me, come here to change their lives.

I wondered if anyone out there could be even half as petrified as I was right now.

I caught sight of my reflection in the huge glass doors and ran a hand through my hair, flattening it. I'd recently had it cut from a shoulder length style to a bob. I wasn't sure if this was the right move to make, but this small change was a step in introducing myself to the new me, to how things were going to be now.

New Forest had never been enough for me. I'd sang in clubs, at parties, entered and won local talent shows and turned town an invitation for the lead in an Abba tribute band. But I was never really going anywhere. Here, in London, the life I would spend the next two years preparing myself for was light years away from home. It was scary and exciting and terrifying.

I knew I was going to love it.

Unlike every other student in my intake I hadn't had to audition for Britannia High. When Mr Nugent, the headmaster, had seen me singing at a wedding, he'd offered me a place at his school, one of the top performing arts schools in the country.

Maybe I should be scared that this would stop me fitting in? Why should it?

I had everything the other students at Britannia High had. I could sing, dance and act. The fact that I'd been spotted and handpicked for my talent set me apart from them, made me better if anything.

I didn't want to have to use this remark; I didn't want to seem over confident or vain. I knew it wouldn't exactly help me make friends; it was too… too much.

But I could tell it to myself lots, and lots of times. And it made me feel a bit better.