Here's a little first chapter i decided to upload to see how you guys felt about my writing, so I'd appreciate it if you reviewed, and if you like it, I'll keep writing.

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"Bzzt-Bzzt-Bzzt-Bzzt—"

Smack.

"Ughh.." Naomi groaned, turning on her side. The alarm meant the one thing she had been dreading; school. It was the first day of her junior year in college. "Christ's sake, 21 years old, I should fucking be done with school already." She pulled herself out of bed, dragging her way into the bathroom.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Her mother's perkiness was ever-so-present this morning.

"Jesus, Mum. D'you think you could tone it down a bit, yeah?" Naomi turned the faucet, water spurting out like an upside down geyser.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear. But I just love it when you're awake with me in the mornings. It's nice to know someone's feeling just as miserable as I am." Heh. Miserable. That was hard to believe. "Well, I'm off to work, see you tonight, right?" She pranced over, pecking Naomi on the cheek.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever Mum." Naomi stripped, stepped into the shower, and let the warmth of the water embrace her.

She found herself standing outside of Roundview College at a time she found to be way too early to even function. 'Thank God for coffee.' She took a long gulp of her coffee before beginning her ascent into hell. Every step up, she kept repeating the same word in her head. 'Fuck.' Step. 'Fuck.' Step. 'Fuck.´ Step. No matter how hard she wanted to stop and pull herself away, she couldn't. It was like she was literally being pulled in by some invisible hand extending, most likely, from Professor Blood himself. After what seemed an eternity, she reached the doors, hesitated, cursed once more, and then finally opened them, taking her first steps of the year into the lair of Satan himself.

Class, after class, after class. They seemed to drag on forever, and by lunch, she could almost repeat the speech every teacher gave on that first day word for word. She stepped outside for a cigarette, the warm summer's air and the nicotine relaxing her and clearing her mind of school for the time being. She stepped into her own dream world. A place where she could sleep all day, and get drunk with her friends on the weekends. Except she didn't really have any friends. Everyone in Bristol were wankers, nobody she'd want to be friends with. So maybe she'd just get drunk with her cat. And there would be no other people in the world. Just her and her cat.

The bell ending lunch forced her back into reality where, sadly, other people existed, and there was not a single cat in sight. Naomi sighed, "Fuck. Just 4 more classes." She reluctantly strolled back inside, finding her way to her next lesson. She entered the classroom, seating herself in the farthest in the corner, behind a dark hair boy styling some black rimmed glasses. He turned around expectantly and held out a hand.

"Hi! I'm K—"

"Piss off."

He tucked his hand away quickly, almost whimpering, and turned around again.

"Fuck's sake," Naomi muttered to herself.

"Well you're quite the charmer, aren't you? Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is taken." The voice was unknown. It was slightly rough, but definitely a girl. Naomi didn't bother looking to admire her new neighbor.

"Yeah, whatever. Go for it." Naomi set her bag on her desk, resting her head on it, hoping to doze off like she had in every other class she'd already attended.

"Hey, you! Blondie, in the corner!" Naomi lifted her head to find herself almost face-to-face with her teacher. "You are not to sleep in my class, I'm not taking' any shit either. Now get the hell up and pay attention." The gruff man made his way back into the front of the room, turned about-face, and eyed Naomi suspiciously. "Now you're all going to listen to me now. I'm only going to say this once. I'm Mr. Cassan, your new English Literature teacher. As I have already mentioned, I'm not taking any of your guys' shit, so if you're not going to take this class seriously, then get the hell out." He hesitated a moment, looking around as if he was actually expecting some students to get up and leave. "Yeah, just as I thought. Most of you are now in your third year of college, so it's nice to know you're actually thinking like the adults you're becoming." He propped himself up on the corner of his desk, and continued again. "I understand all of you are probably getting bored of hearing the same damn lectures over again. So I'm going to trust that you guys know what to do and give you your first assignment." He turned to the closet on his left, removing a stack of books from it. "I want you guys to partner up with the person next to you, read the first five chapters of this book, and then prepare a presentation on what you guys feel is the most important theme presented thus far. It's called Heart of Darkness, written by Joseph Conrad, published officially in 1902. I'm going to hand these out to you, then let you loose."

Naomi sighed, shutting her eyes. She hated group work, she had usually been stuck working with some tosser. She began rummaging through her bag for a notebook while anxiously tapping her fingers on the desk.

"Hey, Blondie, why don't you work with little Red, sitting right next to you? Maybe you'll make a friend!" He let out a sort of chuckle, sounding quite disgusting.

'Heh. Friends, right.' "Whatever you say, sir." Naomi muttered to him in response. She shifted to face her new "friend", to find that she had already begun reading. She felt kind of bad for interrupting, but they did need to discuss what they were going to do.

"So, uh..How d'you wanna do this, presentation, thing?" She tapped her pen anxiously against her leg.

"Well, we won't be able to read the first five chapters in a single class period, so maybe we should work on it outside of class." The tone Red had just used made Naomi feel like an idiot. "How about we meet up, after school, just out front? Then we can go back to yours or mine, whichever you prefer." Red glanced at her briefly, shrugged, and continued reading.

"Um, yeah. Sure. Alright." Naomi turned back in her seat, facing forward again. She picked up her own book and began to read.

"My name's Emily, by the way. Pleasure."

Yeah, really short. Sorry, but again, just to see how you all feel about my writing.

Let me know if I should write more :D