I'll be frank and confess right now that writing Fan fiction used to be the last thing on my mind, as I'm more of a visual-minded person than literal-minded. Words on page don't come as easily for me. But I've reached the point in my life where I need to get out of the kitchen and DO something besides flipping duck breast. So be gentle on me, reviews are very much welcomed, even if you tell me that I suck.

The opening is a bit short, but it makes more sense to end there. I'll definitely write longer chapter later on, unless you guys think I'm terrible and should go back to my duck breast.

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins. If I did, everyone would be eating much better food.

Prologue: Ghost from the past

Naomi always looked so lonely

It wasn't because the girl refused to hang out with those oddball tossers Katie called 'friends', or that she never seem to have any friend herself, saved for Cook-who occasionally charmed her into casual conversation. But then, even Cook admitted he's not qualified to be Naomi's anything, except mere acquaintances.

No, I had noticed for a long time now, Naomi looked lonely because she never made any effort to feel anything else, or get to know anyone. Such pain, such beauty, i thought, in this over crowded student lounge, sat the one and only Naomi Campbell, looking lost in solitude.

"So what do you think Ems?" Katie's question snapped me out of my favourite pass time activity.

"Huh?"

"Pub or club?" Freddie asked, eyebrows rising with expectation

"Oh" Right, Effy's old mate transferred to Roundview College this morning. "virgin and willing to be corrupted" was the description she blew in the air, and since then it had infected the boys, making them more restless than usual with 'greeting the new girl' strategy. I groaned inward, 'De-flower the new girl' strategy, more like "Club" i offered. It's always easier to sneak out of a club without Katie's notice than Uncle's Keith's madhouse.

"Oh come on Emilio" Cook whined, then launched a debate alongside JJ about pubs and wooing statistic. I gratefully drifted back into Naomi-watching mode, when something caught my eyes.

Or rather, someone.

Them boys had all been pondering about what Effy's friend looked like for weeks. Cook would nag "Fit bird?", Eff would answer "If you know how to look", and that's that. I didn't get any sense from Effy's description until now. Trotting inside the student common room with the brunette was a quirky mixture of being. The girl was indeed pretty in a natural way, blond hair around the shoulders, blue eyes twinkling with excitement, and a pleasing enough figure. But all those assets were drown by the ridiculous exterior, consisted of mismatched make up and clothes which seemed to be designed by a drunk Walt Disney.

Though, all of that strangely fit the girl somehow, i mused

"Pandora" Effy waved the name at us "everyone"

"Name's Cook"

"JJ"

"Freddie"

"I'm Katie, that's my sister"

"Hi" I said 'typical of Katie' i thought

"Brilliant" She squeaked out "Called me Panda, everyone does, Effy does anyway. Ain't she wick? Told me loads about surf and turf, said I'd get some myself didn't you Eff. Don't te…." Pandora halted, body froze, mouth agape. We all averted our puzzle eyes to the direction that she stared into, seeing nothing out of ordinary.

"Naomi" Panda breathed out

'What !' My heart leaped out of my chest and got stuck in my throat. Everyone else was just as stunned, even Effy furrowed her brows, giving Panda 'the look"

"You know Naomi Campbell?" Cook asked, clearly confused

"What? No" She laughed, looking at us like we were a bunch of crazies "Effy is closet to a super model that I'll ever know stupid."

Katie threw me a face that screamed 'Huh'

"No, no, no. Not That Naomi Campbell" Cook impatiently pointed to my blonde obsession "This Naomi Campbell, you know, you were looking at her, calling name and what not"

"Naomi?" for a moment there she seemed just as dumb-founded as the rest of us, which frustrated the hell out of me. "What do you mean Campbell? Since when her surname…" Then her feature changed as she realised something. "Oh" …What? "Oh"? that's it?. "Yeah, um, we used to be classmate, in primary school" Primary school? What the Fuck? Panda looked down, smiled fondly, almost to herself "whizzer" she said, voice so low it could be a whisper. I immediately learnt that this was an extremely unusual behaviour when Effy shot her a curious glance.

All I knew, from what she told us, was that she and Panda used to go to the same middle school. They didn't talk, and didn't speak until their final year in art class. Some freak teacher paired the two together, thinking Effy would make an excellent mentor-which was just too funny to even contemplate. Both couldn't get along at first-or rather-Effy couldn't stand Padora, since they had zilch in common. However they managed to bond after Panda paid for weeds with truckload of cash. Now, Effy made it clear that Pandora never had any friend in middle school, that the students there resented her for some weird reason. Then they moved on to different colleges, Panda was again cast out by her peers, hence the transferring. I guessed the idea that she was fond of someone besides Effy made it strange for the brunette; while the idea that she was fond of Naomi made it strange for the rest of them.

"May be we should ask Naomi to come along tonight" Freddie suggested, "You two can catc…"

"Oh No" Pandora suddenly freaked "she won't come. You might scare her, or she'll be in trouble, then you'll be in trouble. And I can't help you because I'm useless"

I felt something inside me recoiled and then sprang out. Anger. Jealousy. Curiosity. All at once. How dare she? Waltzing in Roundview on her first day, clutching a piece of Naomi-whom I adored, whom I spent years staring at, whom I had tried to open up and…"Oi Naomikins" Cook yelled, disrupting my personal turmoil. When Naomi trailed her lazy eyes towards our little spot, everything seemed to become slower, quieter. Her annoyed look was instantly replaced by pure panic once she recognised our recently acquired member. Poor Panda was gripping her pink backpack uncomfortably, looking so guilty and scare at the same time. Whatever ill feeling I had for the girl simply melted away.

Oh Naomi, what did you hide from the world?

Then, something slowly sparked in Pandora's eyes, rising above the guilt and the fear were pride and admiration-flickering like a flame.