“Nobody ever said out town was the Garden of Eden. But it’s been a good home to me and my kids. Naomi, my help, my rock. You remind me of me, smart, patient and confidence. She helps out with the kids all the time, big help our Naomi. Pays the bills and keeps the clan going. Liam, you smart as a whip but as suborn as your grandmother. Nico, just like me when I was your age, risk taker and one with the ladies. Mickey… I don’t really know much about you, all I know is that you like… yeah I’m stumped. Our neighbours, Yaz and Jacob, I honestly didn’t realise how little sex I was having until those two moved in. There isn’t anything they would to and for each other, best couple we know. Big help for Naomi, Yasmin is, and Jake, does a fine job serving me those drinks at the pub. And me, Tony Da Luca, the leader of out little clan,"
Naomi was woken up from a dream she was really enjoying, she was in Treviso, where her grandparents live, care free, doing what ever she wanted. Her alarm woke her up at five o’clock just like every other morning. Pulling herself out of her bed, wanting five more minutes of sleep, Naomi stumbled her way to the bathroom tying her knotty hair back into a ponytail. Her oversized Sløtface t-shirt, that was now used for her to sleep in, was the only thing she had on (including pants). Naomi brushed her teeth and washed her face (being one of the weird people who shower at night), after getting her uniform on and making her way down to the kitchen.
Naomi stepped over her passed out dad, who was on the floor right by the front door. Thankfully he hadn’t thrown up during the night, stepping over him and finding her way into the kitchen, Naomi quickly check the by the front door a living room to make she he hadn’t thrown up in any other place in the house. Back ing the kitchen, Naomi boiled the kettle to make herself a cup of tea, turning her phone over and checks the time and see it was 07:22. Pulling out a mug and putting a tea bag and sugar in the mug, pouring water and making the one thing that can get her through the day.
Naomi pulled out the under where from the tumble drier and piled it all up into a basket that sat on a spare chair behind the kitchen table. Sighing, Naomi walked back up the stairs to wake up her brothers.
“C’mon, seven-forty-five, up you get twats,” she says to her two brothers, Liam and Nico. She leant over her youngest brother’s, Mickey, bed, “Up you get,” the eight year old stirred, “I know, but you have school,”
“Dibs on the bathroom first,” Liam ran out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Nico followed shortly after him.
Liam shut the door and locking it, “Damn it!” Nico yelled hitting the door with his fist. He wandered his way back into the bedroom, “How come you get to wake Mick up nicely and call us ‘twats’,” he went over to the wardrobe to pull his uniform out of the draws.
“Because he is nice to me,” Naomi replies, sarcastically, standing up from Mickey’s bed.
Stepping over her Dad once again, as she enter the kitchen again. Drinking her tea and pulling out food for herself and her brothers, making a proper sandwich for Mickey and putting some food out of Liam and Nico. She pulled out some chicken from last night she could eat and made herself a sandwich. Not long after she finished making her own food, Liam stomped down the stairs. His blazer in his hands, his bag over his one shoulder and one shoe on.
“Where is my other shoe?” Liam asked.
“Check by the front door,” Naomi replied looking down at her phone and drinking her tea. Liam made an excited noise when he found the other shoe, “Why was it by front door?” Naomi asked as he came and sat down at the table.
“Dad probably tried to put it on and realised I’m not his size,” he joked, Naomi passed her some toast and a cup of tea.
“Speaking of the drunk,” Naomi said, sitting down a the table, “Did he give you the money for your history trip?”
“No. And I’ll get it by myself,” Liam took a bite out of his breakfast.
“Nah-ah. No you won’t,” Naomi stood up for the table and walked over to her sleeping Dad. She crouched down next to him and looked through his pockets, the trip costed £20 for each student, Naomi went on it last year, every Year 10 does. Naomi pulled out a £5 note from one of his front pockets to his jeans, a £10 in 5 quid notes from his coat pockets and final pilled out another £5 pounds in coins. She stood up and placed it on the table in front of her brother.
“Here you go,” Naomi sat back don’t and continued to drink her cup of tea and take a bite of the toast Liam was eating.
“Must get boring…” Naomi looked up at her brother, confused, “thinking for all of us,” Liam let out a weak smile, picking at the crust of his toast.
“Kinda nice, y’know,” Naomi took a sip, it was Liam’s turn to look confused, “Feeling needed and wanted,”
“Jesus, Ni, if you wanna feel like that you’re locked in for life with this twat,” Liam pointed at their Dad, still in a drunken coma.
Naomi sighed, “Yeah, well, I’m getting out of here anyway,” she stood up and walked over to the sink placing her mug in the dishwasher.
After everyone was dressed and ready to leave the house for school, Naomi closed the front door, not bothering to lock it up because Tony would be back at the pub before they got neck from school.
“Mornin’,” Norá smiled, she was Naomi’s best friend.
“Morning,” Naomi replied, “Where’s Matt?”
Norá shrugged, “I dunno, I’m not his keeper,”
“Nah, you’re not, but you two are really close,”
Norá blushed and tried covering it up by picking up Mickey, “Hey, Tough Guy,” she smiled, Mickey giggle in excitement, “Are you ready for another day at school?”
“I thought I was Tough Guy,” Matt appeared behind them, “Morning Mick,” he said to the eight year old, “What have we got first?” Matt asked the two.
“Option C,” Naomi replied looking around in her beg, “I’ve got history,”
“I’ve got art then,” he groaned.
“You picked it not us,” Norá reminded him, “Besides I though you liked art,” she put Mickey down to let him walk.
“I do like art, I’m just behind on my coursework and I have a teacher who doesn’t trust me enough to get it done before Mocks,” he remained Norá, “Plus I’ve got mostly girls in my class, the only other boy is Oli and we just sit and talk in Italian most of the time,” he shrugs off.
“Don’t you have Molly Richardson in your class?” Norá asked, Matt just nodded.
Naomi and Norá were changing the the changing rooms for P.E., a lesson they only have once a week now thanks to this being their GCSE year. Naomi taking her shirt off when the Set 2 girls walked into the room, both Norá and Naomi looked at each other with the same look. If they were changing with them that meant they were playing with them. Both the girls sank on to the bench, turning their backs way from the Set 2s.
Naomi doesn’t have a problem with a lot of people, they just have a problem with her. Or more like they have a problem with the Da Luca name, all thanks to their dad. But the people she does have a problem with is the chavs in her year. The ones where are only going to peek in secondary school and after school will end up working a crappy, dead-end job. The ones who make Naomi’s life even more shitty, by calling her stuff like ‘Pov’. Most of the time it’s Karen Newman, both Naomi and Norá have an on going bet of when she get pregnant.
Playing Netball wasn’t how Naomi wanted to spend her time, neither of the girls wanted to be playing Netball, she would rather have being doing trampolining, something she knew and was actually good at. She wasn’t half bad a Netball, every girl in any British secondary school knows how to play.
Naomi and Norá were just doing passes to each other, ignoring the girls next to them who are looking at them and talking, “Just ignore them,” Norá muttered.
“I’ve been ignoring them for five years now,” Naomi replied, throwing the ball to her friend.
“Have you had any word from you mum?” Norá doesn’t normally bring up Kelly, only every one in a while.
“Nope, not a word for two years,” Naomi deadpans, she doesn’t bother wasting her time on Kelly anymore, not after she ran out in the middle of the night. No letter or anything, just packed up her shit and left. It was the same night Tony went on a manic episode and wound up in A&E with third degree burns on his chest.
“Alright, girls!” their teacher called out, “We are going to play games,” the class crowded around her, “OK, two teams. So we are going to have…”
Miss Winston split the group up into half the class with five subs for either team. Naomi and Norá were thankful put on the same team, Norá taking the goal attack position whereas Naomi took up the golf defence position. The two girls took to their positions.
The game started and it was something. The Set 2 chavs where were on the opposition where always entertaining to pay against. Either they would scream if the ball came near them, they just stood their and didn’t play or were actually half decent. Karen was one of those people where were half decent (just like Naomi), so the two started to get completive. When Karen’s team got position of the ball Naomi started marking Karen, since that was the basic aim of the game. When Naomi felt something around of one of her ankles, she twisted her it and hit the floor.
“Shit!” Naomi swore, looking down at her knees and hands, both starting to bleed. Naomi let her head hang for a moment before she heard Miss Winston ask if she was alright, “Yeah, I’m fine,” she held up one on her hands trying to dismiss this. The other girls started walking to be around her seeing if she was alright.
“Sure you are,” Norá replied sarcastically, “You’re bleeding, Ni,” she watched as her best friend rolled her eyes at the comment.
“Take her to reception, get her sorted, please Norá” Miss Winston said, “Maya, Nya!” she called out over the court, “You two are replacing Naomi and Norá,”
Norá pulled her friend up over from her forearms, the blood pooling around her palms, “C’mon Dumbass,” she joked.
The two girls walked across the court, towards the exit of the netball (that double as tennis courts) courts towards the reception entrance. Naomi sat down on the blue seats, they were low to the ground and she keeps forgetting that, so every time she sits down on these sofa-chair things she is always miss judging the distance.
Norá went to go and ask for the first aid box, saying Naomi fell over and opened her hands and knees. Naomi rolled her eyes at how dramatic she was being, “I didn’t opened up my hands and knees. I grazed them a little bit,” she corrected her friend. Norá walked back with the green, plastic box. Opening it up and pulling out alcohol wipes.
“Oh, ho, ho, no fucking way,” Naomi laughed, nervously. Waving her blood hand at her friend.
“You’d get an infection if I don’t,” Norá reminded her friend.
“I don’t care, those things hurt like a bitch and I’m already in enough pain since my whole body has gone cold and numb,” Naomi complained.
“Well if it’s numb you won’t feel this,” Norá placed the alcohol wipe on Naomi’s knees, wiping away all the dirt and gravel stuck in the wounds.
“Oh, fuck you,” Naomi hissed, “You bastard,” she said through gritted teeth. Norá let out a small laugh of smugness.
“I though you were used to this anyway,” Norá shrugged, a hint of even smugness in her voice. She balled up the used wipe and placed it in a resealable bag out of the first aid box.
“Yeah, soap in the shower, not a fucking alcohol wipe while I froze my arse off her half an hour,” she hissed in reply.
“Well look who it is, another Da Luca,” the school nurse, Mrs Rose, walked into reception, “What have you done this time Naomi?”
“Fell over in Netball,” she replied holding up her hands. Mrs Rose made a face of concern. Naomi has hurt herself some way in every P.E. lesson since Year 7.
Norá scoffed, “More like got tripped but by Karen,” she muttered.
After school, Naomi was limping, with plasters on both knees and both her palms. She had used the pain killers from her bag that she normally uses when she is on her period. Both Matt and Norá looked at each other, they had seen Naomi get hurt and pretend nothing had happened.
“Ni, stop for a second,” Matt said. The three were stood outside of the school entrance.
Naomi stopped and looked at her friend, “What’s up, Matt-eo!” she let out, “What the hell! Put me down!” Naomi was lifted up, bridal style by Matt. She moved one arm around his shoulder, “What are you doing! You can’t carry me home like this,” she is still in shock and begging to question her friends.
“I am carrying you home, and yes I can carry you home,” he answers her questions that weren’t really questions.
“No you aren’t,”
“Ni, you can’t even walk,” he informs her.
“But-” Naomi tries to protest but gives up before saying anything. Naomi was stubborn, but she was too tied to protest.
Liam and Nico found their sister and her friends at the gates to school. They all walked the short way to the primary school (that was on their way back from school) to pick up Mickey. Mickey’s teacher gave the groups of family a massive look of judgement. Mickey found it funny how his sister was being carried home from school.
When they got home, Matt put Naomi on the sofa, “You are on sofa rest for the rest of the day,” Norá calls out as she walks into the kitchen.
“Guys I need to make tea for everyone, do homework,” Naomi tires to stand up but Liam pushed her back down onto the sofa.
“We can cook for you guys and if homework get done tomorrow so what?” Norá calls out, “You can hardly write let alone cook,” she said.
Naomi pulled her phone out of her blazer, opening up her school emails and seeing one from her form tutor, it was titles Extra Tutoring. Unsure where this was going, Naomi opened up the email,
Tomorrow, after form, please can we discuss the possibility of you give a Year 11 student extra tutor sessions after school. Three time a week, you can pick the days it fits test of you…’
“What the fuck,” Naomi groaned.