A/N: Hello again! Note, this chapter is in EMILY's POV. (not Naomi's like the past two, every now and then I think I'll alternate….) (Anyone prefer Naomi or Emily?)

So just an FYI, I updated the last two chapters, because there were a few annoying typos, words skipped a bit, and I didn't like how I used the word "well" so much… so it's fixed :D

Beyond that, this chapter is entirely good, ( I had a friend over and didn't have time to write it until she left, but I was definitely planning it out in my head anytime I wasn't doing anything!) What are you waiting for! Read!

(Ps. Milch Getting, or Laura, pleased to meet you. APPRECIATE your comments, however I'm a bit short on points, so I can only give you 50, not one hundred… perhaps if you review yet again? Lol… Thanks very much.)

Disclaimer: ( I thought I should have one since most of the other stories I read have one, and I'm not exactly in the position where I could afford to be sued.. hehe…) I DON'T OWN SKINS. K thanks. ;]

CHAPTER 3 (Emily's POV) (continuing from when Emily left in Chapter 2)

"Nice meeting you, I really meant it by the way, I look forward to hanging out, so uh, don't get too upset over those politics courses…" Shit. I hope that wasn't being too stalker-ish. I was just somewhat worried that she'd think that I was laughing at her passion rather than hinting to a friendly gesture…

"I hope you aren't too passionate about politics, wouldn't want you to off yourself before we got a chance to get to know each other!"

I shut the door quickly, I didn't want to give Naomi a chance to answer, in fear she might be weirded out by what I said and make it awkward.

"C'mon Emz… I'm so fucking tired."

Katie was always tired… I used to tell her that maybe if she went to sleep earlier it would help, but after the hundredth time I gave up… I was pretty sure it was more about Katie wanting to whine about something rather than her looking for some advice on how to cure insomnia…

Five seconds after leaving Panda's room we were at ours; Katie and I shared a room right across the hall. Katie stood there holding open the door for me. I walked into the room and plopped onto my bed. Katie decorated our room; I didn't really give much of a shit as long as she didn't bother me with making choices.

The first month we moved in Katie had opted to decorate instead of doing any of her coursework. So every night when I was trying to get something done she'd interrupt my train of thought,

"Emz, what do you think, leopard or black and red stripes?"

"Uhm, leopard?" I knew Katie's favorite was leopard, so I chose it firsthand not wanting to have to hear a whole speech on why leopard would be way more fashionable than black and red stripes.

"Duh leopard's better. So you can have the black and red striped bedding, and I'll take the leopard one." She laughed. Great. At least I can continue working now that that's settled I thought. But a minute later she asked…

"Emz, could you take your posters down, they make the room look shit…and I need more room for my posters of the fit sports teams of the area…"

"Fine, Katie. Please, just do whatever the fuck you want without asking me, okay?" I sighed.

"Thanks Emzy!" Katie was practically jumping for joy. She immediately started moving all my stuff way against the wall so that there was more room for her shit. Nothing new, she already was occupying the majority of the dresser, may as well take up most of the room…

"Hellooo, earth to Emily, I'm talking to yooooou… Wake the fuck up!" Katie threw a pillow in my face.

I turned my head to see the evil smile on her face.

"Katie, I thought you were tired…" I couldn't resist my old habitual response. You'd think if she was tired she'd just go to bed, but no, just her body was tired, now she needed to tire out her mouth. Ignoring my comment she continued getting on with what she wanted to say.

"What do you think of Naomi?" she asked. I knew she already had an opinion, and Katie didn't really give a fuck about mine, and it's not like Katie could be persuaded once she had her mind set about someone, but she always was trying to get into my head telling me what to do. Simple was usually the best way to answer the Katie, less room for you to get tripped up trying to cover anything up from her.

"She's nice." Those blue eyes looked so confident… Naomi's passionate about something real. All those posters she had hung up were cool, I bet she actually got out of her house and did shit before she decided to trap herself in this boarding school. It's not like I decided to come here… I let out a deep sigh subconsciously.

"Fuck. Emz. No."

Shit. I didn't even realize I was doing it. I was thinking about Naomi. And Katie realized what it took me a minute to realize I was thinking about. It was shit having a twin that sometimes knew you better than yourself.

"Emily, you fucking promised. You better not fucking like her like that. You hardly even know her. Shit. You remember why mum sent us here, Emily? They are going to teach you you're wrong. Fucking fuck. I swear if you do anything, you're going to be in a shitload of trouble."

"Katie, it's alright. She's nice…It's not like that… You were in there, nothing fucking happened. Chill the fuck out…" I was trying my hardest not to let my voice give myself away.

I couldn't explain to Katie that I couldn't control it, no matter how hard I tried. The only thing I could do was try and hide my feelings or try to dismiss them, which hardly ever worked. Honestly, the fact that I suddenly had feelings for a girl I hardly knew scared the shit out of me.

"Right, well just stay the fuck away from her, yeah? I don't want to have to fix any of your mistakes again. Goodnight Emily."

Katie got in her nightgown, got right into bed, and turned out the light.

By now I was pretty much used to Katie being a bitch… Although I can't help but feel hurt. It's so lonely not having anyone to talk to without being judged. I just wish there was someone else who could understand me. I couldn't help but think about Naomi, wishing, thinking that maybe those blue eyes understood. Maybe I wasn't really alone.

"Emily. If you're fucking thinking about her-" Katie was trying to keep an angry tone but she was cut off by a yawn, "just stop."

Neither of us said anything the rest of the night. Shortly after Katie's last words I heard her breathe evening out. She was definitely asleep.

My mind couldn't stop thinking about the day Mum announced Katie and I were going to boarding school. Katie was so pissed, saying it was all my fault. And it was kind of. It was everyone's fault. Katie finding out I was gay, telling Mum, Mum telling a pastor. If Katie hadn't told Mum, she wouldn't have tried to look for a fucking "cure," and we wouldn't be at this religious boarding school where they try to fucking brainwash you into their morals. Mum knew it was an all girls school which was initially an obvious concern due to my "sickness," but she was told this place could do wonders when it came to "fix" me.

I needed to stop thinking, my head was hurting so bad. I hated remembering the anger, and the embarrassment. I tried not to think of all the details of each thing that happened before. When I was sure Katie was asleep I reached into my pillowcase and pulled out a small fabric pouch.

I took out one of the small white capsules that was resting in it, swallowing it with some of the water I always kept next to my bed. A little while later my mind stopped thinking, and my head stopped throbbing and I drifted into a thoughtless sleep.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED THAT CHAPTER! In the future I'll probably get into much more detail about exactly what happened to Emily, but for now I've got to leave you hanging! Please let me know how I did with Emily and Katie… ( I know I made Katie a real bitch… who knows what will happen…) Anyway, PLEASE review/comment? Ill give 100 points even if you just write one word! (Imagine what you'd get if you wrote even more!) Thanks! -Shira