Hello everyone! I'm really new here so I'll introduce myself. I'm Tia, 13, from NYC. I just wanna share my writing and hopefully entertain some people. I don't expect everyone to like my writing, but I'd like feedback if you read! The only way I get better is by getting tips and opinions. This take on a fanfic is really different and some things might be taken from the show, but not all. I just took some events that happened to make the story flow better.

Well enough of me blabbering.

Enjoy!

-Tia3

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Chapter 1: Emily

"Here take this." Katie shoves a white tablet in my face with a small smiley imprinted on the front.

"Is this MDMA? You want me to be high on the first day of college?" I ask, shoving the tablet right back at her.

"Oh c'mon Emsy, what's the harm in a little buzz? You seem like you've got a stick up your arse." She devilishly smirks, pulling her tight leopard leggings up her legs.

"Now get ready bitch." She whispers before sauntering out our bedroom. I roll my eyes way more than I have to, making my way to our overly cluttered wardrobe. Most of the stuff in here is Katie's slut gear, and I don't even wanna touch that or know how many bedroom floors it's been scattered about on. I grab a solid black thigh-high skirt that I'm sure Katie will want back later, a flowy beige shirt, and caramel colored strappy wedges. After showering with my favorite lucky green apple shampoo and body wash, I get dressed and fix up my getting-tired-of red hair in a slick bun.

I carefully trot downstairs, avoiding some of Katie's tossed about heels on the staircase.

"Have a good day sweetheart, I've gotta run. Problems at the salon, yeah?"

I nod, kissing my mom on the cheek as she jogs out the door. James is on her heels, giving me a quick once over. I instantly feel disgusted as his eyes wander over me.

"Finally you don't look like a nun." He says quickly, prancing out the door before I even have a chance to pinch his ear. What a pervy little wanker.

"C'mon Ems! Dans and I won't wait forever!" I hear Katie call out from out front. Oh.. right. I forgot about Katie's little fling with Danny Guillermo. Danny Guillermo, as in proud member of the shit football team Bristol Rovers. He's keen on the idea that the team he plays for is actually good, but he can dream all he wants. Katie insists that this thing they've got going on is casually dating, but in my mind all I see is the occasional fuck. With that being distinguished, I have to suffer rides every morning with the twat, watching him sneakily trying to slide hands up Katie's knickerless skirts. It's better than the public bus though, so I'll have to keep my complaining to a minimum. I walk out the house, grabbing my purse and hop in Danny's shiny blue top down convertible. I silently pray that he won't try to bang my sister while driving though.

As her drives off, Katie sneaks little glances in my direction, this same little smirk ripping at her lips.

"What?" I snap in response to her creepy stalker glances. She shakes her head quickly, giggling.

"Nothing, you just look kinda cute, yeah? I'm proud you stepped up your Fitch game. We are Fitches afterall, we have to be hot."

"Aw, nice one! Y'know Ems, you should dress like Katie more often, the team loves a twin thing." Danny adds, pulling into the Roundview lot.

"Fuck off, Danny. I don't care if the team loves a twin thing. But thanks for the ride, yeah?" I pat his gelled up hair slightly, careful not to get it messed up or too much goo on my fingers.

"Yeah, nice one..." He responds, watching me get out of the car. I silently stand outside, waiting for Katie to stop sucking Danny's tongue out his mouth. She then comes up for air, and he removes his hand from her knickers.

"Quickie?" I ask as she struts up the entrance stairs. She ignores me, and I can imagine soft inspirational music pumping through Katie's ears the way her hips are swaying as her heels come in contact with pavement each step she takes. Of course she gets some whistles and head turns before I even get a chance to catch up to her fast-paced strut. She comes to a stop in front of a group of girls though, who obviously look to be in the beauty major. When I finally step to her side, she's bragging about Danny.

"Yeah, he's well fit! Plays football and all, Bristol Rovers. I'm sure you all heard of him, he's totally known. You have, yeah?" She runs her fingers through her hair, same shade as mine. She wanted to dye it to be identical to mine, even after I insisted that she stayed brown. Always killing my need for change, my need to be individual.

"Oh, yeah, of course! He's well lush, yeah? Tiff here wants to get her tits signed!" Some desperate girl with stringy almost white blonde hair requests. Katie plastically smiles, pointing to Danny's parked car.

"What the fuck was that?" I ask as we enter Roundview, making our way to the gym where orientation is being held. I take a minute to look around, and it looks like every school should. Shit. Pale halls, boring colored lockers, and classrooms. What else is there to expect? Nothing gets better than this until you step into uni, of course.

"Some groupies, the usual." Katie responds, glancing at her nails as we sit on the bleachers of the gym. I nod, scanning the room for any familiar faces.

"Ugh, look Ems, the lezzer bitch." Katie points to someone in our row of seats. I turn my head quickly, a rush of memories flooding at the sound of that little nickname. There sits Naomi. She doesn't look any less beautiful than she did in Secondary, that's for sure. If anything, she seems more mature. I like that. Her beautiful blonde locks now are cut in a clean crisp bob, layering perfectly at her well sculpted cheekbones. Her same baby blue eyes are lit up, the sun beaming in from the big windows just adding to the sparkle they already hold. I almost forget that I'm in a room with other people than she and I for a second, and I have to snap myself back into reality.

"Oh, Katie... it happened in Secondary. Think you can call her Naomi now, yeah?" I tap her attention to me.

"Yeah, okay... But how can I trust her? She snogged you, what if she tries to hold you down and sh-"

"KATIE!"

"What?! I don't like her, I don't want her around us. And she definitely doesn't deserve to lose her title."

I sigh at Katie's impatient words, sneaking a glance at Naomi one last time.