Its early morning and I'm up. Fuck me and my childish anticipation.
I glance up at my alarm clock -6:50.
Fucks sake Naomi what is wrong with you, honestly? You're as excited as a primary school kid on school trip day, finding it necessary to wake up at absurd hours of the morning in excitement.
Ah well, I don't get out much, sue me.
Instead of listening to the internal battle my mind seems intent on having with itself, I hoist myself up, grab a towel and tiptoe across the landing trying not to wake mum. I shouldn't have bothered though, Keiran's snores are mighty enough for people in Timbuktu to hear, so if my mum can sleep through THAT….well she can sleep through bloody anything.
I let the hot water relax me as it cascaded down my body. I'm excited but for once, shitting myself about today, I mean I am the new girl, something I hate and try to avoid with ferocity. But I'm tired of being such an antisocial dud…there's only so much solitude a girl can take…and believe me that's pretty big coming from me. You'd never catch me dead admitting that bollocks to anyone.
"NAOMI!"
I slip as the shout completely startles me.
"What the fuck mum?" I scream as I turn off the shower.
" Stop dreaming in there and get yourself out of this house in 20 mins –you're going to be late!" she booms.
Shit. As much as I hate to admit it, she's right. 15 minsutes later im half out the door, piece of toast in hand wheeling my mini suitcase to the centre. Thank God its 5 mins walk away, I'd die of embarrassment lugging this fat thing around on a bus.
Oh God I'm nervous. Fuck me I'm nervous. I only know Max and he's the flipping adult in the group. Christ, I'm gonna end up the loner again. I'm half tempted to turn around when I reach the youth club gate, but lucky me, Max spots me.
"Naomi! Thank Goodness, I thought you weren't coming, I've been calling you for ages, how come you didn't pick up?"
I feel around in my back pocket where I always keep my phone and it isn't there. Oh well done babe, you've left it at home, smart one you are. I try and tell him as much but the words die in my throat as he snatches my wheelie away from me and loads it into the awaiting coach.
Everyone's in there obviously, making my life as hard as it possibly can be, I have to LOOK for an empty seat and hope the person doesn't give me too many evils that I'd just invaded their private space.
"Alright Naomi, lets introduce you to everyone, then we'll be off!" He says jovially with a warm smile.
It's hard not to smile back. Max is actually pretty good looking –actually that's an understatement, he's the type that would have girls hanging off every body part. About 20,6ft, tanned skin, green eyes- makes you wonder what he's doing youth work for and why he isn't male modelling or something. But it's when you get to know him you realise he genuinely cares about people. We should so go to a protest sometime, if that's allowed anyways. I dunno about leader/student rules.
So he's an amazing person, with amazing looks, but the weird thing is I don't fancy him, I mean I appreciate all his good points, but it just doesn't do it for me. It's weird I dunno, I'm a bit weird like that I suppose. I reluctantly let him steer me towards the door and walk up into the coach.
He beams as he presents me to his audience. "Okay everyone, she's finally here –this is Naomi".
