April 5th 2009;
Emily scribbled down at the top left hand corner of her lined paper. She had made a point of underlining the date in a separate coloured pen.
The girl sat next to her chuckled at her organisation. This was true. Emily Fitch was an organised girl. Everything had to be controlled and put in its set place.
When it came to her education, Emily was just as forthcoming. She had different coloured pens for different placed all her work into a file with separate coloured dividers matching her coloured pens. Katie Fitch; however, Emily's twin, was a complete opposite.
She had the 'party girl' mentality, and really couldn't care less about anything other than herself, make up, and , however, wasn't as interested in her education as her younger sister. She normally sat leaning on her hand and doodling love hearts into the margin of her few minutes she'd look up from her paper, and glance to her left; checking out the fit boy alongside her.
The twins had a strange affinity to each other. Neither of the twins had anything in common. Katie was into R&B, and Emily was into punk was into boys, Emily into girls. Katie liked nothing better than getting high and preferred Saturday night TV and just reading a nice book. They couldn't stand each other at the best of times like all siblings, but always had each others backs. Katie was in control and Emily preferred to follow.
Katie and Emily lived at home with their mother; Jenna, a beauty therapist, and father; Rob, a fitness have a little brother too, but like all little brothers, he's just irritating.
'Assignment time, guys. It's in for next Thursday. No excuses.' Craig announced.
Craig was their head of History at Roundview. Craig Hammerhead. They call him Sharkey, for obvious was a tall man, and he took great pride in his sideburns. He could have given Elvis a run for his money.
'Okay. You'll be working in pairs...which I am going to put you into randomly.'
He added extra emphasis on the word, randomly.
Craig was met by a chorus of groans, and 'oh sir's'
He pulled out a beanie hat from his draw and cut out strips of paper and handed them to the right half of the class.
'Write your names on the strip, and pass them forwards back to me..'
He collected in the strips of paper and added them into the beanie hat.
'Okay, lefties. Take a name, and pass the hat backwards.'
As the class passed around the hats, he wrote the names of the 'lefties' on the whiteboard.
'Okay, Freddie. Who've you picked?'
'Charlotte' he announced smiling at the girl on the other side of the room.
He wrote down 'Charlotte' next to Freddie's name and continued down the class.
'Katie?'
'I've picked Effy.' She smiled half pleased with herself.
Emily's heart landed in her throat. She hadn't yet been picked, and there were two people left. Thomas or no disrespect to Thomas, she was heavily praying she was paired up with the blonde haired girl. Emily had been in love with the blonde girl for what seemed like forever, and had no excuse to talk to potentially now.
'Please, please, please.' She wished to herself.
'Naomi. Who's on your paper?'
'Emily, sir.'
Emily forced herself not to look too enthusiastic at the mention of her name. She had now renewed faith in the big guy above. Her hands were shaking and her heart pounding heavily into her chest. For a small girl, she may well have shattered from the beating.
'You have until Thursday; you can have the rest of this lesson to get started. You can choose your own topic. Get on with it.'
Emily looked nervously across at the blonde girl who was packing up her bags and walking over to the nervous wreck of a girl.
'Hi...' Naomi smiled.
'Hey there…' Emily said immediately feeling stupid. 'I mean…hi.'
The blonde girl chuckled and sat down beside her.
Her knee softly brushing Emily's thigh.
A fire set off inside the redhead.
She could feel the pins and needles from the contact.
'So…what shall we do it on?' Naomi asked.
Emily blushed as her mind threw up all sorts of inappropriate images. God, Emily. Why are you such a teenage boy. She mentally scolded herself. 'Nazi Revolution, perhaps?' Emily suggested as she got the visual of the girl undressed and lying seductively, from her head. The girls sat together brainstorming for the rest of the categorised all of her notes into colour coordinated files and then continued to alphabetise them.
Naomi couldn't help but sniggering at the redhead.
'What? Oh…you're laughing at me. Great.' She said feeling slightly embarrassed.
'No…I'm not mocking you. I do that too. Only at home though.' Naomi smiled at the girl whose face had turned a similar shade of that of her hair.
'This will sound a bit forward, but do you fancy coming round mine later? We could finish this off, and get a pizza? Please. My mum has her friends from yoga around today. Please? Pretty please.' the blonde begged.
'Alright! You had me at pizza.' Emily grinned. Emily couldn't deny pizza. For a skinny girl, she thinks about food most of the day, and sex the rest of it.
Naomi proceeded to give her directions, but Emily had already switched off. She knew full well Naomi's house, and how to get there and 3 shortcuts depending on the time of day. Emily smiled to herself.
'Best day ever?'