Naomi's POV:

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'Fuck off.'

'Pack your bags Naomi, or I will.'

She was slightly posh., or at least thought she was. Thought she was better than me, the type I hate.

'I don't want to go to them, I don't fucking know them!' She sighed, probably sick of me. I hadn't moved from my bed since she got here. Cheeky fucker let herself in!

'They're your god parents Naomi. You need to stop this.' She sighed, sympathetically. 'I know it's been hard for you over the past couple of weeks, but you need to realise, your really lucky. Kids in your position usually end up worse off than you.'

I snorted, then sat up in bed. 'Really, huh. Well Justine-" she interrupted me to clarify her name was actually Janine. Like I actually cared.

"Well Janine, one, have you ever been in my situation? Until you have you have no idea what I'm feeling. Two, your sending me off to the country, to some randoms I've never met, sending me away from my friends! Three I want to stay here!'

She stood up, and shook her head slightly. As if fighting with herself internally, not knowing what to say.

'I'll be back in three hours. Fill those.' She pointed to the suite cases. 'Or I will drag you, kicking and screaming with nothing.'

I watched her leave my room. A scowl etched on my face, bitch.

When I leave this house it all becomes real, I haven't left since the funeral and I don't plan to. I thought back to my friends. None of them had understood. Honestly I couldn't give a flying fuck about leaving them.

I wanted to cry, but I'd done enough of that these past few weeks, so I dragged myself up and began deciding what I would take. It's so fucking stupid. I'm 16.

I'm about to enrol in to college, old enough to have my own house right? Wrong, I have to live with my god parents, whom I've never met.

My mum asked for this apparently, she never told me. But then, I suppose she never expected to disappear, and be presumed dead. Presumed dead, means they never found a body, but I suppose that makes me happy. But then I think she left me.

So it's a double edged sword, believing that she's alive, if she's not I've kept up hope for nothing. After a while longer, I'm almost done.

"Ok, photo albums, check. Ipod, CD's and charger, check. Clothes and shit, check… Erm, that's about it." I throw in any old crap around my room I convince myself I'll need. Then sit on my bed.

I'll probably never see this place again, the last place I saw my mum. I wish I could stay here, but I can't so I do what I usually do, take a few pictures. I'll get them developed when I get to fucking Bristol.

I take a few pictures of my room. Remembering to take my posters down and with me, so I can put them up in my new room. Feel slightly like home, hopefully. I wander in to my mum's room and take a few more.

I stand still, and let my eyes widen. I hadn't been in here since she disappeared, and it was normal. I hated it, it was the same as always. Her make up was out, but untouched. Pyjamas spread on the floor, leading to the shower. The unmade bed.

It wasn't right, she was rushing. I let my eyebrows furrow, why didn't I think of this before. Why didn't I look in her room before? My eyes slam shut and with my free hand I rub my face.

I'd already spent an hour packing. I needed to get dressed, I'd left out some clothes from my suitcases for that. I could have a while longer in here. I walked over to her bed and threw my self in. Placing my camera carefully on the side.

This is it, I won't see her again. Won't see my mum, or my friends, or this house. Sighing I pull myself up, I need to take pictures of the rest of my house. I grew up here, I grew up here with my mum, and I'll never let myself forget that.

I walked in to all the different rooms, memories flooding back. It felt okay, to cry, for once. Remembering the time me and mum tried to paint the kitchen walls, but I painted a horse on the fridge, she laughed, and left it on the fridge, saying it was a brilliant work of art for a seven year old.

It was faded, but I captured it. I took over 300 photos of my house, and then another 100 of the garden and street. I suppose it's like therapy, I feel so much better. But I'll have my mask firmly in place for when she comes back and I go to Bristol.

Just under an hour left. I think back to how it was when we had communal living. I hated it, I was a complete bitch to my mum back then.

Enough. Enough of this shit, I've got an hour left and fuck it. I'm going to enjoy it! The mirror across from the hall that I'm looking in to reminds me of how angry I am. I look fucking awful, I have since mum left. I pick up the bat from the side of the sofa.

Mum keeps it there in case we get robbed or something during the night, it's never been used. It's swinging in my hands, then it smashes in to the mirror.

My face looks mangled in the smashed pieces of mirror on the floor, I smile wildly and put the bat down. I don't want to fuck the house up, because there would be no point. Just needed something to release my anger.

Alright, I need to sort myself out. I need something significant, to mark this change. The change in me, something that shows the old Naomi Campbell is gone, dead. She won't be back because she can't come back.

She's lost her mum, her house, her friends… Although I think those fuckers were only friends with me so we could practice band here. They have hardly been to see me since mum disappeared. Well everyone except Jen. But I told myself I wouldn't miss her.

Okay, I have exactly fifty three minutes, and I need to have a shower, get dressed and do something to signify this big change I need. My head tilts in the broken mirror and I think of all the things I want to change about myself.

My eyes trail to my mothers room, she had all sorts of shit that was organic, but did she really think I believed she didn't dye her hair blonde?

In the bathroom… Bingo! Here's her blonde hair dye. Fuck me! She's got a whole salon in here. Bleach, dye and everything. Even some instructions, a small chart about how much to apply, wow, what would her hippy friends think if they saw this?

The mirror in her bathroom reflects my tired face, and with slight panic about the time, I read the instructions as fast as possible. Right, for darker brown, like my own, apply the bleach, wait an hour? Just put it on now, then have everything sorted whilst it's on, then jump in the shower.

Okay, I can do this. It says to use an applicator, I'll do it quickly. Finally after 8 minutes exactly it's all on. I feel like smiling for once, I've been a miserable shit for ages.

I pick my clothes for when my hair's ready. Simple, skinny black jeans, my red Doc Martens and my 'I love CRAP' T-shirt. I never wore that before today because mum didn't know I saved my dinner money to buy it.

Stupid really, I hardly ate for about 6 months, then once I'd got it, I could never wear it… I just really wanted it because it reflected who I wanted to be. It makes no sense to me now, but two years ago it did. Strangely it still fits and looks new. So I thought, great!

Fifteen minutes till she's due, and I may as well check I've got everything. One more bag to fill if I need it, so obviously to be awkward I'll fill it to the brim… I put in my mum's box. The one from under her bed from her childhood. The one I wasn't meant to know about. Oh and my posters.

I hadn't opened it before it was locked, but I knew it was from when she was a kid as it had her school crest on. Shit! Fifteen minutes until she's due. Need to wash it, but it also needs time. I'm torn.

The phone distracts me from my decision.

'Yes?' I say answering the phone, already knowing who it'll be.

'It's Janine.' Correct. What does she want, I've done as she's asked, checking up on me? 'Will you be alright for an extra two hours? We've had some problems with your transport.'

'Well, this is hardly good enough is it.' I smirk to myself, she's trying her best with me.

'Will you be o-' I cut her off with a sigh. Does she think I'm five?

'I'll be fine. Bye Justine.' I slam the phone down. Yes, my hair will be perfect.

Over the next two hours I take a leisurely shower, dry my hair, get dressed and do my make up. I look good, well better than I did a mere few hours ago and I'm ready, the new me is ready. I pick up my simple shitty mobile and text Jen. She's the only reason I got one.

Going soon, I'll miss you, visit sometime. xNx

She is the only thing I'll really miss. She knows what I mean, or she knows what I haven't said and what I want to.

I smile as I get an immediate reply.

Shut it Campbell, you'll miss me soooo much, and you know you love me, I'm your bezzer! Don't let living somewhere else change that. Two more years and we'll be going to the same Uni. It's just college yeah. I'll visit. xJx

How the hell does she type so fast, I feel a smile tugging at my lips, I may be a different person but Jen will always be my best friend.

P.s think I'd let you leave with out saying goodbye properly? HA! Look in your garden Campbell! XJx

There she is, stood grinning up at me. I tear down the stairs, and run in to the garden and pull her in to a hug.

'I'll really fucking miss you.' She's close to tears, me too, but she's also smiling.

'What's happened to your hair?' I smile slightly, and blink back my tears. I'm not spoiling my make up. Self consciously I touch my hair.

'I dyed it… Signify my change for two years, then in two years we'll go to Uni yeah? Together? The same flat?' I needed to be sure I could count on her, she's all that will get me through the next two years. Knowing we're going to Uni together.

'Yeah, and we'll text all the time, and email, and skype, and I'll come see you alll the time!' I nod frantically at each suggestion.

'Right, I want you take this.' She hands me a backpack, I look at her confused. About to open it, she puts her had on mine.

'Don't open it yet, open it when you get there, because I'm close to crying.' I smile at her and say thanks, holding back the tears.

I hear a car horn, that her, I need to go.

'Shit, that's me. I got to go, text you yeah? Miss you like hell!' I let go of her and run in to the house to let her in. She's inside and I direct her up stairs toward my bags.

Then I walk back in to the garden again, and tell her what I really want to say. She smiles at me once again and it's worse than I expected.

'I love you.' She wanted me to say it, even though she knew it. She's got all the bags in the car already. I thought I'd made them so heavy she could hardly move them! I couldn't anyway. I walk inside expecting Jen to follow, but she's like me.

She hates goodbye's, I should have remembered about her brother. Shit, she's gone now. I walk out, slamming the door behind me. I have a key in my pocket, but I'm not saying I have one. I'm keeping it in case of…emergencies? Yeah, even I can't convince myself of that.

She's carrying the last suitcase to the car, and I can't help but laugh slightly at her attempts to move it. It lightens my mood, and I get to annoy her.

'Been working out, your handling that suitcase like a weightlifter.' She manages to get the bag in the boot, panting slightly. I roll my eyes and get in the car.

'Naomi, some one else was supposed to be taking you, but we've had an emergency, so I am.' Great, what a trip.

I put my head phones in, slump in my chair and try to listen to 'the Smiths'. I could feel my hands clam up slightly, I hadn't been out of the house for a while. It made me nervous.

After a car ride, I can only describe as hell, I end up in Bristol. We're on the outskirts Justine says…Does that mean I'm far away form anything good? She says I'm no where near the city centre. This is just getting better and better.

We're about ten minutes away, I text Jen, telling her what a shit hole it is. We stop at this massive house over looking a farm. There a farms in Bristol? Who knew? Drive on please.

'We're here!' She shouts from the front looking proud of herself. Well done you drove us to a shit hole, turn around and take me home please?

The shock is evident on my face and causes laughter from Justine. She can fuck off, she isn't going to be living here. I don't move, even when she gets out of the car and opens the door. I watch as a man walks toward the car.

She whispers, 'Get out now, or I'll drag you out, and I'm sure you don't want that kind of embarrassment.' She was right, in all fairness, this new me was not to take crap from anyone and having her drag me out of a car would be the worst start ever. Oh, and embarrassed, I'm not that childish, I can handle this.

The man greeted me with a smile, taking his muddy glove off. He was a kind looking man, some one who looked like he wanted to be a father figure. I didn't need or want that.

'You must be Naomi,' He began, I smiled at him, he looked genuinely nice. 'I'm Rob. You'll be staying with us, it's my daughter's last day of year eleven today. So you'll have the whole holidays to get to know it each other. Come inside, we've got a lot of explaining haven't we?'

I nodded, watching Justine struggle with the bags. I inwardly laughed at her. I followed Rob inside the house, still slightly wary. This was all new to me, and he was treating me with such kindness.

'Naomi, this is Jenna, my wife.' She looked like she tried to smile but her eyes were transfixed with my clothes, and namely my t-shirt. It looked like she was staring at my tits. Ha!

'Have a seat love.' I slipped my Docs off and walked over to the six seater table. I sat across from them, waiting for an explanation.

'Your room will be in the attack.' I felt my eyes bulge-what? 'It's been converted. So for now, we'll leave you. Let you get settled in. Then call you for tea.'

I felt relief, for the first time today, relief. I nodded then walked upstairs. Correctly school finishes at three, and it's half four. Shouldn't the kids be home by now?

My room was fucking massive. It had everything I could ever want, Tv, laptop, games consoles… Then a double bed in the corner. Wow, this is mine? I jumped on the bed, let myself bounce. Then led in the middle of it.

What a day, it's been pretty long. Now I need to see if I can find my dad, make friends with these people to please social services, then get away from these people, find Jen, go to Uni. Two years ahead are going to be pretty long.

Also, I need to get a boyfriend to be normal, please everyone. Be normal, find my mum, or her killer…

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First fanfic.

Thoughts? Sorry if it's awful. There are so many amazing fics on here, I just thought I'd add to it!

I love Skins, but sadly don't own it. I do own Jen though. She's mine.

Please drop a review. I would be ever so happy, I'll even bake some virtual brownies!

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