(Naomi's POV)
In the summer I had taken to my room much more than usual. At night I'd stare out into the darkness, waiting for that moment when the ordinary changed. It never did, not once. On occasion, I'd make the odd trip to the shop, or park, or bench. Anything to get my mind away from home, but my thoughts never stopped buzzing around my mind. I'd wrap myself in my duvet, sheltering myself from the cold, harsh world around me and yet these were the moments when Naomi Campbell was most alive...
The first day of college rolled around too soon. I was forced to sacrifice those silent nights for those of work, reading, and parties. I didn't think I'd get invited to any parties this year, not with the reputation I have.
Okay, I'm both writing an extremely sappy journal entry and complaining that I've been invited out... what the fuck is wrong with me? Anyway, where was I?
Right. So my first day wasn't really that unusual. Got called a lesbian about ten times, and thought of as one god knows how many more times. Oh, and I got 'chatted up' by some moronic wanker... you know, the sort that looks like he should be wearing a loincloth and holding a stone weapon? His interests were pretty primitive anyway. I got him to back of eventually, not before he flashed his tattoo to everyone in assembly and it wasn't in the most conventional of places.
That's when I caught her looking my way. Fucking Emily Fitch. Otherwise known as my permanent pain in the ass. Sometimes I can see love hearts form in her eyes when she looks at me. She's gay, but not according to her sister. If you ask Katie Fitch, her rather less pleasant or pretty twin sister, I'm the gay one. Suits me fine, why the hell do I care what she thinks?
Emily is a headache, but Katie is a migraine. I can't be within ten feet of her without receiving an insult. And the two of them can think whatever they like about me, I couldn't care less. I don't need friends I've gotten by well enough without them.
Emily tried to kiss me once. I'm not homophobic; I'm just disappointed that she chose to lie about it (I hate injustice). From that point on I kept my distance, you can only have so many rumours about you at one time.
College this year saw the three of us reunited again. The aforementioned moron (Cook) invited us to a party, but I didn't stay long. I did, however, stay long enough to be insulted a few times by Katie. Secondly, we chose to help out a boy named Thomas. Selling weed is not my specialty, and it provided yet another opportunity for Emily to perv on me. She did one thing right, her small outburst saw Katie dumbfounded when she admitted she'd kissed me (total highlight of the night).
I was invited out to a party this weekend. Pandora skipped up to me and practically pinned me to a locker before I agreed, but I didn't bother to ask her why she was so forceful. I guess she has as many friends as I do here, but it affects some more than others. I have no idea if I'll even go, guess you'll have to wait and see...