Okay, well. I've been reading fanfics here for quite a while now, and this is my first attempt of writing my own. Since I don't really know anything about England (except that you drive on the wrong side of the road and you drink like a lot of tea, maha), I decided that this story takes place in Sweden. That's where I live and it's so much easier to write when you know the school system and other stuff. Like I said, this is the first fanfic I've written, and also the first time I'm just putting something I've written out in public. And also, this is not my first language so there might be spelling/grammar mistakes. So be nice, okay? I know this first chapter is short, but I kind of wanted to see if someone even wants me to continue with it. If there is, then I probably will and the following chapters will be longer. So yeah. Don't hate on me!
Charlie. Xx.

There is not much that I care about. I just stick to the music. It's the only thing that really matters to me nowadays. The only thing that makes me feel. Everything else that the world has to offer can just fuck off. I don't really know what other people my age does during their free time, and I don't think I could care less. I live in my world, and they live in theirs. It's always been that way and it probably always will be. When I was a little kid it made me sad that I didn't really fit in anywhere, and that I didn't have anyone to share nice moments and memories with. But ever since I've gotten older I guess I just stopped feeling. Now I don't even think about it anymore. I'm used to being alone. It suits me. I don't need anyone.

This morning is just like all the mornings in the three weeks I've spent here in my new home. Alex, my foster mum, comes in to wake me up, just like every morning. I refuse to open my eyes, just like every morning. She literally drags me out of bed, just like every morning. She starts talking to me and says something about school starting today. Why would I care? We are only about a foot apart, and still I can barely make out a single word of what she's rambling on about. It's like we're on different planets. Not that I care, though. I don't need her. I look at her with my tired eyes and she stops talking. I see her eyes tearing up. Here it comes. In about five seconds she's going to ask me if she really is that horrible and if there's anything she can do to make life easier for me. 3... 2… 1…

"Am I really that horrible, Naomi? Is there anything I can do to help you?" she asks with a quiet voice. Sigh. Why the hell can't she just leave me alone?

"Can you get out? I need to change." I say, staring her down. A single tear makes its way down her cheek. Fucking hell, pull it together woman. She tries to hug me but I move away. I don't need her to hug me, not now, not ever. Her sad eyes give me one last look before she walks out of my room. I watch the door as she carefully closes it. She probably is a nice woman. I just can't stand anyone. She is not my mother, and she never will be.

I quickly step out of the few pieces of clothing I slept in. As I turn around to look for something to wear, I catch my reflection in the clean mirror on the wall. Is that me? I'm skinnier than I remember. And much more pale. The dark circles below my eyes become more and more visible every day. I look like a ghost. But who cares? At least I don't. I just don't care anymore. I shake my head and throw on underwear, a t-shirt and some jeans. Before I leave I look in the mirror once more. Lifeless, blue eyes stare back at me.

As I make my way down the stairs I can't help but noticing the photographs on the wall. Alex and my foster dad, Peter, on a beach, holding each other, smiling. Alex, Peter and their son David in front of a huge Christmas tree. David on his first day of school with a large backpack. His smile shows two missing teeth. And after that, where there used to be an empty space, a picture of a blonde teenage girl with a big genuine smile and sparkling eyes. I blink a few times before I realize that it actually is me. It's my school photo from last year. Naomi Campbell, Sa09a, it says below the picture. That's the name of my class. I study political science. Or at least I used to. I did in the beginning of last year, before everything. After that I haven't been to school at all. Because I don't care anymore. Today, I'm supposed to start my first year once again, since I didn't pass a single class. And I guess I'm going. Alex will probably cry if I don't. Not that it matters to me, but. I don't want to be in this house more than I need to and I don't really have anywhere to go but school. So yeah, I will begin my first year today.

Alex is sitting in the kitchen when I walk past it to get to the front door.

"Don't you want some breakfast?" she asks softly and looks straight at me. I feel the tension between us; it hasn't eased at all since I arrived three weeks ago. Her eyes are begging me to sit down, to talk to her, to act like a daughter. But I'm not your fucking daughter.

"I'm late." I mumble while I put my shoes on. She stands up and takes two shorts steps towards me.

"Have a great day, Naomi. Call if you need anything." Her eyes are begging again. I fucking hate it.

"Yeah, whatever." I give her one of my death glares. She goes a bit pale. I don't give a shit. I slam the door behind me when I leave. Thank god. Now I have a 30-minute bus ride ahead of me, and then two subway stations. I pick my iPod out of my pocket. The voice of David Bowie fills my ears and I begin my walk to the bus stop.

Still this pulsing night
A plague I call a heartbeat
Just be still with me
You wouldn't believe what I've been through

Before I know it I'm there. The doors look bigger than before. The building looks gigantic. Is this really the place? I barely remember. Shit. I should just walk through those doors right now. Start over. Try at the very least. My feet feel like they're glued to the ground. Come on, Naomi, just move your fucking feet. Pictures flashes in my head. Oh my god, I'm going to be sick or something. Why is this so hard? Just take a step forward, you knucklehead. A familiar voice fills my brain. Mum. I shake it off, quickly. I don't need her. I don't need anyone.

"Excuse me, are you going in or..?"

I turn around at the sound of the husky voice, and suddenly blue eyes meet brown.