Remind myself why I'm even here? I mean seriously, why am I putting myself through this? Is what I so anxiously now ask myself.

Okay, so I may look nice – a big fat tick ✔

And maybe, I smell nice too – another big fat tick ✔

But alas, I'm not feeling too nice – a big fat X

Being back in the main hall of Nortonhill Secondary School, just makes me feel like the awkward teen that I was ten years ago—the smell of its historic wooden beams in the pyramidal roof, the ornate dado panelling and the beautifully-aged flooring—whisks me right back to the very first time that I had nervously walked into this place.

At the age of fifteen, we had to leave Bourton on the Water, to come and live in Bisley; a blink-and-you'd-miss-it kind of a little village in Gloucestershire, because my mum wanted to be nearer to her ageing parents. Both of my parents were accountants who worked from home, so they had the luxury to be able to simply up sticks...great for them, not so great for me.

I was settled in Bourton.

My friends were there. All of my hopes and dreams had been born there. So to leave that all behind, made me sad and vulnerable.

I was a gawky, unfashionable and spotty geek. But in Bourton, everyone had grown up with that gawky, unfashionable and spotty geek. At my old school, I could be that girl with no questions asked. I was the me, who everyone had always known. Then, I had to put that girl in a new place, in amongst new people.

That new place with new people, was Nortonhill Secondary.

It was in a nearby country town to Bisley, and would become somewhere that I couldn't wait to leave.

I wore glasses.

My dark hair was a frizzy mess.

My teeth were crooked.

Hormones made my skin greasy.

I read books...a lot of books.

I preferred Warhammer to mascara...

.....I was a geek.

A skinny geek at that. Not even the power of puberty wanted to give me a shapely butt and a half decent pair of boobs. No, I was given the gawky, butt and boob-less look.

It would be some years later before I was to discover a Push-Up bra. My goodness, what a great day that was. To look down and see that I had my very own and very real cleavage, actually had that glorious cleavage bouncing up and down in the bra fitting room, let me tell you.

Now here I am, back in the place that I couldn't ever wait to get away from. Maybe it is simple curiosity that cemented my reason for wanting to come? Maybe I just wanted to show off who I have now become? The fact is, I am here. I am here, and now feeling stupidly nervous. Eyeing the room as I slowly stroll deeper into it, I stare at the prettily decorated hall. Extravagant gold drapes hang from the ceiling, fairy lights are everywhere that I look, and music is quietly greeting all of its guests. Those who have organised this reunion shindig, have actually put a lot of thought into it.

"Rebecca Adams?"

My stomach actually rolls at the unexpected use of my name. Turning in my high heels, an apprehensive smile quickly flourishes into a warm and wide one. "Laura, it's so good to see you!" It really is good to see her. Laura and I used to be pretty good friends at Nortonhill. She was a fellow geek. A fellow awkward teen, only she had been blessed with a butt and a decent set of boobs.

Smiling back, Laura is now drawing me into a friendly embrace. "I had to stare at you for quite a while until I could be sure that it was you. My goodness, you have changed so much!" Squeezing me tight, she needs to look at me some more. "You look amazing. Absolutely amazing."

I accept her kind compliment, sweetly and graciously. "So do you." Laura now looks curvier than she used to be, but she still has that pretty youthfulness that she always had ten years ago.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with the girl who I sadly lost touch with once I went off to University, I smile her way. "Laura, can you please shed some light on why we are both standing here?"

Grinning, Laura just looks at the quickly-filling school hall. "Well, I don't know about you, Becks, but I'm only here in the hope that all the prima donna's are now terribly wrinkled and frumpy, and that the popular boys who used to tease us are now bald with more hair up their nostrils than on their heads."

Laughing, probably far more than I really should be laughing, I have to agree with the lovely Laura. "Yes, that would be pretty satisfying to see."

Our united laughter soon fades, overtaken by the background music and the many different voices of excited and enthusiastic chatter. "Can I get you a drink, Laura?" I ask, just wanting to move more away from being so near to the entrance of the main hall.

"That would be lovely, thanks."

As we both meander through the thickening crowd, we smile, wave, say hello and even embrace a few people who we both recognise along the way. It all feels so surreal being here. Sure, I have grown up, I have changed a lot during that growing up stage, but it's funny how the smell and the vibe of a place can transport you back to a time in your past. This place, is doing just that.

It's taking me back to when I would quietly just read my books in the corner. To when, I just wanted to go a day without being teased by the popular boys and rebuked by the popular girls.

It's not that they made my life a complete hell, they just didn't make the move to Nortonhill any easier than it should have been. I only had to endure being there for a year, but it was a year that I honestly couldn't wait to get over and done with.

All of that stupid teasing and the immature ignoring of me, it made me surprisingly stronger. I may have not said much at the time of the teasing and the being ignored, but it made me want to go on and be a success...and I did.

Now, I run a Computer Troubleshooting franchise. Myself and my teams, provide many businesses, both nationally and internationally, with technological solutions to all of their computer needs. Specialising in Cybersecurity, has massively grown my business. At the impressive age of only 26, I am indeed a professional success.

"What shall I get you?" I ask Laura, squeezing myself into a small gap at the makeshift bar.

"Just a small white wine, please?"

"Two wines, please?" My casual gaze soon meet with eyes that somehow seem familiar to me. Smiling, with both interest and quietly trying to fathom out who those eyes belong to, I inwardly have to admit that I have no idea.

As the plumpish lady politely hands to me my two white wines, I give her the money with a smile. While I'm giving Laura her chilled wine in a cheap plastic cup, she carefully grabs my arm. "You know who that was, don't you?"

"Nope, I was just wondering who it was, as she seemed vaguely familiar." I admit, sipping a little of my not-chilled-enough wine.

Whispering, but having to do it as loud as she can, Laura leans in closer. "That was Beth Perkins...Perky Perkins?"

With some clever, casual looking around on my part, I have to steal one more quick look at the woman who had just served me. The glance is brief, but my memories of Perky Perkins are not. She was the class bitch. Her well-formed breasts, entered a room long before she ever did—hence the name, Perky Perkins.

But oh my goodness, the past ten years have not been too kind to Beth, not kind at all. "I can't believe that's her." I whisper back.

Laura stands tall, looking wholeheartedly smug. "That's one frumpy prima donna down," she gloats, before having a large and gloating sip of her wine. As it's being swallowed down, she soon grimaces. "My God, I reckon you could get better tasting stuff at a colonic irrigation clinic!"

I always found Laura's dry and honest sense of humour to be hilarious, but on this nervy school reunion night, that dry and honest sense of humour will get us both through this evening with a cheery breeze.

While I am taking the smallest sip possible of the very awful wine in my awful plastic cup, I notice a bit of an excited commotion happening just by the entrance to the main hall. Both myself and Laura, quickly become curious. "I think that Mitch Heston has just arrived," she knowingly says, peeking as much as she possibly can.

On the Facebook event that was created by the organisers of this reunion, it was hinted at that Mitch Heston himself might be a show at Nortonhill. He has become the famous darling of The West Country. He is their biggest success story. I think even his former drama teacher has been interviewed quite a few times over the years for different shows and documentaries.

Yup, Mitch Heston is now famous.

Not just a little famous, HUGE famous.

Insanely famous, that any bodily functions of his would now go for an obscene amount on eBay....yup, you know that you have truly made it when some fan would willingly pay for one of your poo's.

Gross, but yet so true!

And the hugely famous Mitch Heston, has most certainly entered the building. His former classmates are all fawning over him.

The guys are patting him earnestly on the back, greeting him with masculine arm hugs. The women, have all turned into smitten teenagers. Some are frozen to the spot, wondering how in the hell they should greet him. While others, can't resist to touch him—just so they can tell everyone that they had touched some small part of Mitch Heston's very famous body.

What are myself and Laura doing?

Yup, still drinking our awful wines.

It's not that we aren't pleased for Mitch. He has been incredibly successful in his acting career. He has worked hard to get where he so famously now is...it's just that Mitch Heston used to be a not so very nice teenager.

He was popular, yet knew it.

He was good-looking, yet knew it.

He liked nothing more, than to tease girls. Particularly myself, and the other girls who were much like me.

If you were shy, Mitch would tease you.

If you were quiet, Mitch would tease you.

He did it, because he could.

Not in a malicious way, just in an immature and very annoying way.

I know that he's had ten years to grow up.

I know that he's now an incredibly busy and successful film actor.

But it doesn't take away how much I used to dread bumping into him at school. How I used to dread being noticed by him and his friends, because then, I would become a victim of their immaturity.

It was all so silly and needless...and yet it happened.

Few people know that I used to go to the same school as Mitch Heston. I keep that card very close to my chest, because it is something that I feel strangely regretful and embarrassed about.

Regretful, that he and his friends ever thought it okay to do it.

Embarrassed, that I hadn't stood up for myself more.

No, Mitch Heston and his insane fame, his ovary-popping good looks and his A lister smile....

....can all stay exactly where they are.