Hello everyone, I thought I'd write something a bit different, I get bored easily unfortunately. This story revolves around a series of diary entries from both Naomi and Emily's POV. Drop me a review and tell me what you think!
Emily
Dear diary,
I thought I'd outgrown this over a year ago. Shows how much I know. But how was I supposed to know a whirlwind of a life changing event was to just waltz into my life and change the very fabric of what I had established to be normality? I felt…I still feel…if I don't siphon of some of these thoughts….I'm going to burst.
So here goes nothing.
As always I sat next to Katie during English, whilst Ms Jacobs droned on about the apparent 'sexual connotations' that the poem she was reading possessed. Katie sat giggling to the girl next to her, Kim or something, and I found it bloody hard to concentrate., I mean honestly, how immature can you get? We used to giggle about sex in year 5 for fucks sake.
Anyway, I was copying notes from what Jacobs was saying, and that Katie would end up stealing come exam revision time, when there was a knock on the door. I thought it would be yet another lost student, I think they must all be seriously lacking common sense in that generation because none of them seem to read the signs that are ALL over the college campus. Bit dim you know?
So, Ms Jacobs tells the person to come in, and I don't bother checking to see who it was, thinking the person will get dismissed and scurry off. It's only when there is a pause that I look up.
Maybe that was my down fall.
I should never have looked up.
The most beautiful girl I've seen in my entire life walked through the door, clutching a school map with the most adorable frown lines creasing her forehead. Her eyes were the first thing I noticed, they were just…so blue, I couldn't get enough of them. I felt like I could swim in them, drown in them, get lost in them forever, and I had only just seen her for the first time in my life. And do you know what? It turned out she was in my class. Her name is Naomi. I love it- it's a perfect name for her. She's just started roundview after transferring or something.
She sat at the empty desk right next to mine.
I think I died then, I must have, I don't remember anything that happened for the next 10 minutes except…well her. I do remember Katie punching me and telling me to stop being so 'fucking faraway' all the time.
That's when I had my first interaction with Naomi. I was watching the way her shoulder length peroxide blonde hair fell across her face as she hurriedly wrote the date and title of the talk, when she paused and slowly turned around her head to meet my gaze. I thought I was done for, I thought she'd be pissed off, or at least freaked out a bit that someone she had never met before was staring so deeply at her. But she didn't.
She just stared, holding my gaze for what seemed like endless moments. Then she smirked. She smirked at me!
I couldn't help it, I grinned back, but then she turned back to her books almost instantly and I wasn't smiling anymore.
She didn't look at me again. And here I am, writing in this diary. I want to see her again, get to know her more…I don't know, she fascinates me. But she scares me. This feeling is familiar, and I've worked so hard to suppress it. It's ruthless though and it petrifies me that all that hard work could be worthless just at the sight of a girl. I just want to get to know her as a friend. I think. Oh God, I don't know what to do. Ill just not speak to her or look at her. Yeah, that will do it.
But I do want to know the person behind that smirk.
Even if it kills me.
Night
Ems
X
P.s. sorry for neglecting you.