HELLO, well I'm not going to bore you on here about what's going on with my life, that's what Summer of 98' is for. But anyway, yes I'm back and I've got a new story going. If you think it's going to be all cliched that's fine, but I'm just trying something out so give it a chance please.

By the by, I know the summary is really bad, just disregard it.

I DON'T OWN SKINS.

enjoy.

Full time, private education in England. It's complete and utter shit. It's costs a lot more than it's worth, and basically it fucks you up. Now, I'm not saying that I'm not "clever" enough for one of the best schools in the Midlands, but more like, I'm too free thinking, opinionated, basically I don't follow the rules. I fuck up. I fuck up pretty fucking impressively if I do say so myself. I don't think I know how to just fuck up a little bit, I have to fuck up a big bit. I used to have everything I wanted. I may only be 16, but everything was going well. I had my family, I had a best friend who was always there for me, but then I really fucked it up. My dad left before I was born, but I got over it. He's obviously a miserable fucker who couldn't even take care of his family. I managed to fuck up my education big time, to the extent that I more or less got expelled, but my school liked to put it as "We are advising you to find a new school after this academic year." So that's what I did, found a new school, in Bristol, about 3 hours away from where I call home. So that's where I'm heading to. Bristol. Before all of this can happen though I need to make the familiar trip back to my old school to collect the dreaded results from my GCSE exams.

So here I am, standing outside the gates, holding my hoodie as close to me as possible to provide any kind of extra confidence as possible. I've seen loads of my 'fellow' pupils walking past me in both directions, going in with scared looks on their faces, coming out with either grins or the biggest looks of disappointment I've ever seen. Right, time to face the music, literally. The ipod is swiftly pulled out of my pocket and I go to the song that was going to help me pass these exams, or at least trick me into thinking that I'm maybe slightly intelligent. 'She's A Genius - Jet.' Volume is set and I'm finally taking the long walk to the entrance of the school where my life is waiting. I really do make this seem like a very dramatic event, but really from my point of view it is. I've spent two years working up to this very day and I am going to try to use it to it's fullest potential, even if that does mean being a bit of a drama queen for a few hours.

The minute I step in the door I see the envelopes laid out on a huge table, one of which will have my name on. Shit. Now I'm feeling the nerves. Walking up to that table may have been the scariest thing I have ever experienced and once I'm close enough to read the names on the envelopes I know that there is no turning back. This is the moment as they say. I scan the names and find mine, which really sticks out like a sore thumb "Naomi Campbell" Shit Shit! I pick it up and walk away, without taking a second look back. Of course the walk back home is very similar to the walk to school. Ear phones are stuck in my ears, playing any old shit as load as possible. My results are being held in both of my hands, my fingers tapping nervously against the envelope. The minute I step into my house I slam the door shut and walk straight upstairs, ignoring the shouts from my mum. I'm so fucking scared to open a simple envelope. I sit on my bed, letting my arse sink into the old mattress and just stare at the envelope in front of me.

"COME ON NAOMI WE'RE GOING NOW!" I stay sitting on my bed when I hear my mums voice. I can't move, I'm just sitting here, staring at the unopened envelope. So much for being some bad ass, not a shit giving arse hole. I can't even open one simple envelope! I'm so fucking pathetic. I can't help being scared shitless can I? I hear my mums footsteps, but still keep my eyes on the envelope. It's like I think it's going to wonder off if I take my eyes off of it. "Naomi for fucks sake come on." I finally look up, realising that my mum has taken it upon herself to come in my room without even knocking. We may be moving out but that really isn't the point. I send her a rather unimpressed look that she sees through instantly.

"Have you not opened them yet?" I shake my head in response and look back to the envelope. "Naomi, you can't see them through the envelop, doesn't matter how hard you try, now open the fucking envelope." I give in, take a big breath in a slowly open the top of the envelope, once open I slide my hand in and pull out the multiple peaces of paper, the top one being my results. All of them. I see the letters, quite a mixture, well it appears to be a mixture anyway, the majority of the letters appear to be Bs...well that's good, there's also a couple of Cs, and a couple of As.

"So...?" I look up again at my mum who is leaning on the door frame, a serious look on her face. I look back down to my results sheet and smile lightly to myself. I passed everything, there's an achievement. That's all I needed to get into the college that I've been enrolled into. It's in Bristol, where we're moving to, it shouldn't be too bad, living in Bristol I mean. Yep I'm moving to Bristol. Good ol' Bristol. I've been a few times, technically I've been through Bristol to visit friends who live in Somerset, but I've still been there a couple of times. It's alright, like any British City...Shit.

I slept through the whole of the car journey. Well I have reasons to be tired, mainly the huge piss up that took place last night, celebrating the end of GCSE's and all that. It was pretty good, drank a lot, did a few pills and had a laugh with some of my friends, well acquaintances. Yep I'm your typical loner. People fuck you up so I just spend time talking to myself, which thinking about it now makes me sound like I need some kind of mental help. But really I just enjoy my own company more than most people's. I do have some close friends, well 1 close friend. His name's Christopher, he is the gayest thing since musicals began but probably the nicest person I know. My mum always tells me that I've known him all of my life, but I don't remember anything about him up to the first day of year 7 at my new school, he shouted at me about how my name was the same as a models. Ever since then we have been like two peas in a pod.

New house. New room. New everything. I'm standing outside the car, looking up at this huge, yellow monstrosity.

"What the fuck mum? It's yellow?"

"Yes dear."

"It's yellow."

"Yes."

"Our house is fucking yellow mum."

"Yes, I heard you the first 2 times, now grab some boxes from the car and put them in the hallway." Instead of grabbing some boxes I take my own bag and walk in the opposite direction to where our house is located. Of course I remove my phone from my bag and text the one person that will be happy to hear from me and appreciate the ridiculousness of a yellow house.

Naomi: Hey Gay. My house is yellow. It's actually painted yellow. This is fucking ridiculous. Don't miss me too much darlin' xxxxxxxx

I do have a serious soft spot for Chris, he's lovely, and probably the only person who gets a nickname given from me. Yes. Gay is a perfectly appropriate nick name for him and he has grown to love it, as long as I let him call me lesbian, not that I'm gay, but one little incident will be a blemish on my heterosexuality forever in his books.

Christopher: LESBIAN! xD It's yellow? Like what kind of yellow? Lemon Yellow or sunset yellow? ;) You know I'm going to disregard not missing you, you're my little lesbian. Always will be ;p xxxxxxx

I smile at myself at his message, he's such a girl sometimes. I resume tapping away at the keys on my phone, writing out my reply when I feel something solid colliding with my own body. Before I know it I'm on the floor. Fucking marvellous! I collect myself and look around for whatever or whoever hit me. I hear a faint apology coming from behind me and turn round to see a flash of red turning the corner, obviously in a hurry. Fucking rude bastard.

Naomi: Fucks sake Bristol is shit. Some twat just walked into me, knocking me over and then running off. It was like a fucking hit and run or something. And by the way, I'm not your little lesbian. It was one time, doesn't make me as gay as yourself. Right, I'm off to face mother dearest, I'll text you later xxxxxxx ;)

"Naomi where the fuck have you been?" Oh how I love the sound of my mothers voice when I come through the front door.

"Where's my room?"

"Up the stairs and to the right, first door on your left."

"Thanks."

2 in the morning. How did I get from walking up my stairs to it being 2 in the morning? I swear I was only sorting my room out for about an hour, not 5. Well time flies when your having fun and all that shit. My room now looks like it's actually mine. All of my old posters are up, pictures of me and Chris are dotted around the room. And all of my sketchbooks have been thrown into an "organised" pile which takes up about a third of my room. But that is with all of my art related materials as well, so that's perfectly understandable. All in all my room is a mess, but the good kind of mess that makes sense to me. I flop down onto my bed, pretty exhausted, and realise that today is my first day of enrollment at college.

I find myself suddenly feeling really tired, obviously 2 in the morning is not a suitable time to go to sleep, but it's going to have to do. I've got to be up in just over 6 hours. I really did not think any of this through very well did I?

Let me know what you think? Love or hate it. Intrigued or just plain bored. God knows if this is going to carry on, it's just a bit of an experiment.

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lots of love, withlegslikethat xxxxx