sorry about the poor effort on my part to upload the next chapter. hopefully i'll be uploading more regularly in future, but you can expect a shaky few weeks, just until my exams are finished...! hopefully you're still reading, and don't forget to review! Thank you, love Moby xxx

I can happily say that I've looked forward to this day for as long as I have lived. Finally, I have the chance to get out of this house. Get out and form my own identity, shed the skin of just being the shadow. I can't wait to just be me, just act like I want to and not care what people think. I can't wait to get out of this fucking house, out of this fucking town. Its not a moment too soon.

I'm pretty sure when children leave the family home and go off to university its supposed to be a big deal. The whole family gets up to wave you goodbye, or, failing that, gives you a lift to haul all your stuff to your new, albeit trampy, home. Oh no, not the oh-so-fucking-wonderful Fitch Family. Dad's fucked off to build a new machine that will burn fat faster than you can say "" and Mum, well, I can't say I'm particularly upset that she's not here to say goodbye, the conversation would probably end up a bit like this:

"now, Emsy, have a great time at university, work hard, go to bed early and find yourself a lovely boy to date"

In your fucking dreams mother.

In response to her hurried and clearly uncaring note this morning, I'd purposely left my breakfast things out (what thuggish behaviour I know) and drew a massive penis on a piece of paper, signed my name underneath with a note saying: "lets hope my guy looks like this, I know Katie's don't, they've all got tiny nobs".

I know how to wind my mother up.

So here I am. Leaving. Standing outside the cramped but sort of homely place which has been the Fitch Family Residence for 16 long years. And I feel nothing. Christ, I'm turning into my mother.

Like I said, this day could not have come at a better time.

I did, however, pause long enough to think about my dysfunctional family. I had a pervert cross-dresser as a brother, who seemed to only watch me in the shower to see whether I'd matched my Bra to my knickers, like THAT'S normal. I've got a slut for a sister, need I say more. Oh, and a homophobic twat for a mother. And that's why I love them.

The oh-so-glamorous life of Emily Fitch continued as I lugged my massive suitcase up the massive hill towards the Bus Station. Yes, I always travel in style. The Greyhound Bus to London, costing a grand total of £6.50. You could get eastern European paint stripper (I mean vodka, obviously) for more than that. Oh, and my life got better when the most delightfully smelly tramp sat next to me. Thank you family Fitch, I love my life.

The advantage of getting the Greyhound Bus was that I arrived at the Halls about 20million hours earlier than everyone else, who were probably still trying to struggle out of bed. As a result, I had a chance to shower, wash my toilet, which had unusual looking skid marks all around it, and call JJ, my oldest friend:

"Alright J, how's it going, missing me yet" I joked

"well, statistically speaking, its only been approximately 10 hours 26 minutes and around 37, no 38 seconds since I last saw you, which is a less than average sleeping time, so, had I no idea you had left, I would simply assume it was a normal amount of time in which not to see you"

"You could've just said no, J"

I teased him obviously, but he was the closest thing I had to a real brother, or for that matter, a real friend.

"Emily, have you met anyone to be your friend yet. Wait, not that I'm not your friends, its just that, distance wise, I'm a bit far away, in fact, I'm very far away, and it could be difficult just to speak to me, and quite expensive too"

"J, J, JJ! Locked on sweetie. I know what you mean though. Not a soul here at the moment, hopefully later I'll get to know a few people."

The corridors soon started to fill up, and I left my iPod blasting with the door open. Plenty of people stuck their heads around to say hello, and I was soon in conversation with two girls quite the opposite from each other:

"hi, I'm panda and this is Effy. She doesn't say much, do you eff? But she's well clever and cool like, and she makes monkey with all the guys" don't you eff?"

"Yeah, that's right panda, I 'make' monkey…"

Slightly bewildered by these two, I gave them both my phone numbers and disappeared back into my room, leaving the door ajar while finally unpacking.

As much as I hate to say it, I did put up a picture of family on the wall. You can only hate if you love too much.

After unpacking everything, and taking a mental picture of the tidy, orderliness of my room (the ULTIMATE positive side of university – not having to share a room with Katie) I emerged into the hallway, fully intent on socialising in the large kitchen at the end of the corridor. As I came out, I came face to face with a flash of blonde, before she collided into me. Before I knew what was happening, her towel had slipped down to expose her right nipple, and I couldn't control myself as my eyes skimmed the length of her body and my tongue licked my lower lip. I looked back up at her, hoping she didn't see, and her strong, beautiful blue eyes stare back at me.

As she ran the extra 5 metres to her room, I notice she was almost opposite me. This day couldn't get any better. I saw her look back before she closed the door, and I left it 5 minutes before knocking on it.

She opened it slowly, dressed in a very skimpy pair of short, an old baggy t-shirt that only made her look hotter (if that was possible) and blush slightly when she realised who I was.

"Look I'm sorry about that" we both spoke at the same time

"Emily" I said with a smile

"Naomi", she said, returning it

Fuck she was so beautiful.

"do you wanna come in?"

I held my breath as I nodded, not willing myself to make a noise in the fear it may be a squeal.

As I walked inside I brushed past her, and I could've sworn I felt her fingers trace across my arm as it went past.

Well, hello University of London. You were definitely the right choice.