Thanks for all your wonderful reviews, to be honest this chapter probably isn't the best. I guess it's a filler because I like to keep on the pattern of alternating and I couldn't think of much else to write. But I hope it's not too bad.

I don't own Skins...if I did you would never see Cook and it would be renamed Naomily!

What happens when Emily sees her reflection for the first time?

Having nothing to do all day, Emily found herself sitting in the bus station by early evening. It was dark except for the few station lights that were working. A bus pulled up to the stop and she asked the driver where he went.

"Last stops Bristol."

Emily took a deep breath, wondering how to approach what she needed to say.

"You coming aboard?" the driver asked, but she chickened out and shook her head.

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An hour later and another bus pulled up, having spent the last fifty-five minutes rehearsing a speech she stepped on board the bus and looked the driver in the eye.

"I was mugged and I need to get home, I don't have any money," she informed him clearly.

"No money, no ride," he snapped, almost closing the doors on her. She hopped off the bus and wished she'd asked the first driver who appeared kinder. Emily took a seat again and waited for a while but no more buses came by.

The town was quiet in the evening, she realised it had to be Monday or Tuesday by now as the bars that were usually busy at the weekend were near enough empty. She took in her surroundings as she wandered through the streets, not really knowing where she was going, or why she was walking at all.

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The unclean toilets by the beach were still open into the early hours, so Emily took refuge from the rain that had started to pour. She used the toilet, before standing in front of the broken mirror. It was the first time she'd seen her reflection in weeks and it was a shocking one at that. Her usually well kept hair was almost twice it's natural size from getting tangled and her naturally pink cheeks were now a pale shade of dirty brown. Her eyes were beginning to darken from the lack of sleep, the lack of food and the lack of proper care and attention. She dug her hands into her pocket to reveal a hair bobble, before attempting to brush her fingers through her untidy hair. It took almost twenty minutes, but she finally got it under control and into the bound of the bobble. She used water from the only working tap to return her face to it's natural shade.

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As Emily wandered back down the street she came up, she felt a little refreshed, a little better. She hated not having a shower, or clean clothes, or anything for that matter. But at least she looked more presentable than she had before. She walked past a handful of women stood on the edge of the street, dressed up like dogs dinners. It made her feel uneasy as she caught the eye of several sleazy men in cars driving past. After a man pulled up by the pavement as she walked, Emily became nervous, so she picked up her legs and ran off as fast as she could.

AN: I don't seem to be getting anymore work done, so here's more Skins instead. It's much more fun.