A/N: This is just a small background story on my main character, there's a hint of cook in it towards the end. I just wanted to tell you guys who my main character is and what makes her character. This story will be told in 3rd person's POV but for this chapter it's just first. This story will take place in season 7 - Skins Rise: Part 3 I guess you could say? The afterlife for Cook when he has no one else to turn to, he decides to see his old time friend Jemima Hollingberry.

As a kid your world is filled with happiness, if you had a good childhood. Your parents will try anything in this world to protect you from all the evil in the world. You begin to see how wonderful the world is, how the sky might shine just for you and only you. But as you grow up you start to realize how wrong your parents may have been, things start to seem bad more than good; then you're stuck wondering why things never happen the way they really should.

To make a long story short we'll start off by saying that living the wealthy life is not fun in any way. Especially if you have two parents who don't give any fucks about you, they care about the cameras and the fast life. My mother, Wilhelmina Hollingberry is the most respected woman in Bristol...she makes the best wedding dresses that any woman or in mum's case transgender could ask for. My mum does have a talent I can't lie about that at all but I lost all respect for not only my mom but the entire family. Wilhelmina Hollingberry is nothing but a selfish woman, she's a snob because she let my father's money become her life. My mother stopped talking to my grandparents, who are hippies and they told me numerous stories in letters about how my mother was as a teenager. I even found some proof that my mother loved the life as a hippie, she was a hippie when my father was a Mormon in his teen years. Mum was fifteen when she met my dad who was nineteen at the time. Their love romance story was always something to hear, it was unusual and I always shrived for a unusual love. Dad stopped Mormonism after he pressured it on my older brother Archie, Archie was on a quest and left home for two years. Archie and I were very close, I loved him out everyone in the family...but there was a time when I did love everyone in this family until the fame got to their heads. Archie left for France when I was thirteen with his best friend Ned, that made me feel a little at ease because he had someone else with him.

Obviously that didn't matter much, Archie and Ned only had a week left until it was time to come back home...right around the time for Christmas. My parents received a call around midnight saying that Archie and Ned were kidnapped by a group of men. Investigators that were in the area promised that they would get Archie and Ned out. The men wanted money...and we were middle class but that didn't mean we had the money they wanted. As for Ned, his family didn't have a lot of money either but they all tried but it just wasn't enough. They brutally murdered Archie and Ned three days before Christmas, on Christmas we received a tape of those men beating and torturing my dear brother. Nothing was the same after that happened. Archie was a loving guy, he was very protective over me and even had a love/ hate relationship with Lettie which was strange since no one liked her. I wear his tag around my neck everyday to keep him close by my heart. He was my big brother and I loved him more than I loved anything in this world.

Dad stopped with religion immediately...becoming an atheist which I'm sure Grandpa Thomas and Grandma Maggie wouldn't be happy about that, if they were still alive. A year later dad found himself loaded with money, don't ask me how because I honestly don't quite know. He annouced to the family at dinner one night that we were moving out of this house and to a better area, "I have been promoted at my job. We're moving from this shit area to somewhere better. This is the start of a new beginning. Lettie, you'll be able to go to school for acting just like you've wanted. Mina, you have a interview at Desire's Fountain tomorrow 11AM sharp. As for you my youngest daughter...you'll be home schooled for the rest of your high school years. Then it's off to University just like your big sister!"

That's when everything changed. Dad started to become arrogant and loaded with money, we had too many cars in the driveway, his clothes, his speech became different...he became a dick head that I never wanted to see. Mum wasn't sweet like honey, she was bold, rude, mean, snobby, and selfish. My parents always threw parties in our million dollar mansion, I was forced to wear tight dresses that we'rent even my style...I had to act like I knew what the fuck these richies were talking about. Flirted with different guys who weren't even intelligent enough. All the fame, money, and the cars didn't mean anything to me...there were people out there starving in the world and my parents didn't deserve this money. We had maids, security guards like we were in the white house, and a limo? For what you ask? Just to show off like we were supposed to. On my last year of home schooling, Lettie was finishing up her second year of college and announced that she was getting married to some movie producer. He was tall standing at 6'2, huge muscles...and he was attractive. He seemed nice enough in front of my parents but behind closed doors I heard him beating the shit of my sister. I never said anything but I gave my sister looks and Mr. Emmett Paisley glares every time he was around. I searched him on the internet and found out he only produced porn movies...it was disturbing.

Even though I hate my sister with a passion I wouldn't want to see her dead in a river somewhere. She moved out of the house with him five months before the wedding. Mum of course designed her dress, while we were doing the wedding planning in mum's office Lettie finally told us about how much a wanker Emmett was. And you know what mum told her?

"Well you probably deserved it. There's always a reason for that happening to young women. You know you can't argue with a man, you just keep quiet and don't say anything. You have to keep this marriage you can't embarrass your father and I just three months before the wedding. Put your big girl panties on and suck it up, Lettie. I know you can do this."

Something broke inside of my sister on that day, she thought our mum would of done something. Gave her some wisdom about breaking it off with that guy. Like I said before mum was selfish she was scared that if Lettie broke it off with Emmett who was also rich then everyone of mum's "Friends" would laugh at her for bragging so much about a fake marriage. I took Lettie out that night, just us two to dinner.

"Remember what Archie used to tell us when we were younger? He used to say that if a guy ever put his hands on one of us he was a no good fuckin' wanker and that we would have to tell him right away?"

Lettie's face broke into a smile that I haven't seen on her in ages. Her light brown eyes were even smiling at she nodded her head, "He told you that he would...what was it? Rip the guy's balls off, set them on fire and then put them in the guys mouth? Archie always had a twisted imagination. God I miss him." Her smile soon turned sad just like mine.

I've learned that Archie wouldn't have wanted us to still feel bad even after these couple of years that passed but it was hard not having him here. How would things be different if he was still here with us? I played around with the fork that was in the pasta. "And what do you suppose he would say to you right now if he knew this was happening?"

Lettie sucked in a breath and looked me in the eye, "He'd most likely would want to fuck him up."

I laughed nodding along but waited for a serious answer. Lettie cocked her head to the side looking at the engagement ring on her finger, "What do you think he would say? You knew him better more than anyone."

And I did.

"Leave...he would want you to leave."

Lettie told me she was pregnant and that's what she couldn't leave the guy. I told her there were plenty of single mothers out there that were successful...she was successful as a actress on a hit Soap opera she would be fine. It took a lot of convincing, Lettie sneaking into the house to sleep in my room after he continued to beat on her whenever he was high. I wouldn't say anything, I never said anything. I would just simply clean her cuts and cuddle with her in my bed as she cried. That went on for a year and I stopped hating my sister for how bad she treated me as a kid. Lettie had to tell mum and dad that they were postpoing the wedding because Emmett was filming a moving in Japan or some shit like that.

I lived for for other people and I never lived for myself. I kept to myself, read books, took pictures with my Polaroid, wandering the streets of Bristol just to get out of the house. Everything around me was art...it was my life because I had a story but no one to tell it to. I was diagnosed with social anxiety since I was always locked up in the house because my parents didn't like that I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. They thought I was a joke because I told them that all I wanted to do was see the world and do art. "Art's not a real career honey and neither is poetry. Get real darling."

That all changed once I met...James Cook.

Looking at my background you would have never thought that I would become friends with someone like him. I didn't judge anyone like my parents forced me too, I had to keep my new friends a secret. Cook was like a fire that never went out, he was headstrong and always up for a party. He was cocky and didn't give a fuck about what anyone thought and I wanted to be like that. We met on the first day of college because my parents took away the car I brought with my own money from my own judge because they thought it was garbage. Working at a coffee/ book store didn't earn me a lot of money but I was happy with the job and that's all that matter. It took me forever to save up $350 dollars for my white four door classic land rover defender and my parents thought it was okay to sell it to someone else? That led to a argument and I storming out of the house because they didn't care about me anymore, they didn't care about my hopes and dreams.

So I walked all the way to school which took a bit longer because we didn't live in the same area. I stopped a bakery on the way since I refused to stay in that house for breakfast with those two. I had a big appetite for someone so thin and "curvy" which my mother seemed to think I was fat or some bullshit like that. I ordered a chocolate muffin with chocolate chips, a mixed berry scone, and black tea with lemon. It was the first day of being in a actual school since pre-school and elementary. I ate my scone quickly in under five minutes and by then I was onto my muffin happy and lost. I was on the other side of the street just standing there and wondering how I could get to Roundview college from here. I had a pair of tortoise tasmin sunglasses on from sole society and I didn't know why because there wasn't any fucking sun but it was sunny that day when I met him.

There were three boys sitting on a table, one with pale skin and puffy brown hair with braces. A tan boy with a large bloody scap on his chin, a light grey hat on his head, a skate board by his feet. And lastly the famous Cook, with his burgundy shirt on, reddish brown hair sticking all over the place. The three of them were staring at me and I didn't notice because I was too into my music and my chocolate muffin.

"Hey babe?! You look lost, why don't you take a bite out of this cookie train?!" He screamed holding onto his package.

I never been addressed with so much disrespect so I did the only thing Lettie told me to do. I looked up towards the sky and raised my hand up-wards before dropping it back down to show him my middle finger. His two friends laughed as he smirked at me in return, before he got a chance to reply to me a black car crashed and that's when Effy Stonem stole Cook's attention.

A/N: Ehh this was kind of horrible so that's why the rest of the story is going to be told in 3rd. But let me know what you think so far?