Megan ran up to me and I saw her face in front of mine. Her lips were bleeding and she had a bruise covering her eye and her nose. She smiled at me. She was hurt. Physically but also mentally. The sudden silence said more than any words could have said, and I had realised what I was missing all that time. 12 years old, class clown and about 3 tons of makeup, Phillipa just can't love anyone as much as she loves herself. But when her 6 year old sister Megan commits suicide, Phillipa finds out a secret. A secret that should never have been made...