This is it. My new life. A fresh start, no boy worries, just me, the big city and my future. At least that's what I thought until two minutes ago. "I'm sorry, miss. There ain't no Neve listed here." I try really hard not to bite this guy's head off and force my lips into a smile instead. "It's Gaelic," I explain, for the seventeenth time since I got off the boat. "It's spelled N-I-A-M-H." "Oh." The little man behind the desk of my new halls of residence narrows his eyes and scans his list again. I notice the name on his polished steel badge says Derek. "Oh, yeah, here you are. Weird spelling, innit."
A series of almighty thumps interrupt him, and I turn to see a tall, pretty brunette. She's busy dragging a huge suitcase down the steps into the foyer, panting from the effort.
"Excuse me," she starts, before focusing big brown eyes on me. "Oh, sorry. I'll wait."
"No, it's fine." I gesture towards the desk. "Go ahead." I'm getting nowhere with Oliver Twist here. It must be important if she dragged that massive bag all the way down here again. A cursory glance around had shown that there wasn't a lift in the place.
"Oh, thank you so much!" She drops the case at the foot of the stairs and approaches the desk. A small diamond twinkles in her nose and I can't take my eyes off it, it's so cool. No one at home has their nose pierced, well unless you count Carrie Duncan from up the road, who got drunk and stuck her mammy's hoop earring through her nostril, which I do not.

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