The alarm clock wailed on her bedside, and she could hear her father shouting up to her; Telling her it was already around 4PM, and if she wanted 'to make herself look all pretty', she would have to drag herself into the shower. And soon.<br/><br/>Reluctantly, Noemi's eyes opened, the usual bright, icy blue shade a dull grey with the tiredness as her eyes adjusted to the natural light.<br/><br/>A low sigh escaped her lips and she swung her legs from the bed, grumbling ever so gently.<br/><br/>Noemi Genovese was not a morning person, or an afternoon person for that matter, and it showed as she trudged through the house, which was remarkably cold in the afternoon for a start.<br/><br/>Licking at her lips, she turned on the shower and let the water heat up as she ran her fingers through her shaggy, short hair; trying to un-tousle the tousle. The warm water made goosebumps rise on her scarred skin, but she was glad to be properly woken up by the gush of water.<br/><br/>It was almost forty-five minutes later, that she was downstairs nibbling a piece of toast as her parents bickered about something. Her eyes shut, showing the liquid eyeliner she had applied. A low yawn escaped her and she pushed her chair back, grabbing her white hooded top and pulling it on over her neon blue strappy top. The hood was pulled up over her head, due to the fact her hair was sitting, in her opinion, quite nicely today; and she didn't want it to bugger up soon as she walked outside. "I'm off out!" She called out, although it fell on deaf ears. Once more, a sigh escaped her, and she shuffled from the house, her converse doing nothing with the holes in the sides; her socks were soaking within minutes from the puddles. "Oh, Good, Lord! This is not my day," Noemi whined gently to herself, shaking her head and moving on down the street, for the second time this day. She had come straight home from school and just about collapsed on the way up the stairs; she was that knackered.<br/><br/>Her slim body was shivering as she trudged through the streets, grunting in dislike at the coldness of her damp hoody; and so, she was wandering into the woods - it was horribly soaked, and would ruin her jeans, but at least it was shaded from the rain, - and Noemi was wandering even more aimlessly, wishing she had brought her iPod. It was lonely, in all seriousness, wandering around like this. Her friends never normally decided to come out in such weather, and now she wished she had decided to do the same.<br/><br/>But she couldn't stay in the house while her parents were arguing. It upset her; they had once been so close, and now they were just so ... So distant, with each other.<br/><br/>However, the girl was pushing the thoughts from her head as she headed for a low hanging, thick branch to sit on. Her lower lip was licked once more, a bad habit of Noemi's when she was bored.<br/><br/>She scratched at the back of her neck, leaning idly against the trunk and flicking a coin into the air, mentally deciding on heads or tails before it landed in her palm. For now, the eighteen year old was humming a tune by Owl City, continuing with her 50-50 chance game, as her thoughts wandered. Oh, but how she grew bored! She kept glancing at her watch as the seconds ticked by, slowly, slowly...<br/><br/>Noemi shut her eyes with another low sigh of irritation, hitting her head gently against the trunk, willing someone - anyone, - to show up and give her some company.<br/><br/><br/><br/>? on the b i r t h certificate ?<br/>Noemi BellaDonna Genovese<br/><br/>? but please d o call me ?<br/>Noemi, but if we've begun to know each other, Bella or Bells.<br/><br/>? so t i c k s the clock ?<br/>18 years old<br/><br/>? blow out t h e candles ?<br/>October 22<br/><br/>? in the l a n d down under ?<br/>Female<br/><br/><br/>? not a s k y s c r a p e r ?<br/>5'5''<br/><br/>? like a f e a t h e r ?<br/>115 lbs<br/><br/>? mirror m i r r o r on the wall ?<br/>Tousled pixie cut - Wavy, black hair<br/>Caramel brown skin - No flaws but the scars on her arms<br/>Petite frame, yet a strong, athletic body<br/>Curves where needed<br/><br/>? underneath the b a r r i e r ?<br/>She's nothing like you've ever seen before. She's crazy (literally) , scared of everything , "broken" , hopeless romantic , hilarious, sarcastic, random & a whole lot more<br/><br/>? silver bound s t o r y b o o k s ?<br/>"You die as you are born...alone", her personal motto. She was born into the world October 22, but quickly given up for adoption. She grew up in a remote village in GodKnowsWhere, England, UK, Europe. Never knowing of her real parents whereabouts, she was left to wonder and dream.<br/><br/>There were stories about werewolves and vampires and other creatures of the night prowling the village for woman and children. She was terrified of them, yet strangely intrigued. Fatal attraction.<br/><br/>? every one has t h e m ?<br/>Secret Number One; I Used To Self Harm.<br/>Secret Number Two; I Want To Be Perfect.<br/>Secret Number Three; I Want To Be In Love Again.<br/>Secret Number Four; I'm More Secretive Than I Let On.