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Chapter 1
September 2nd
I opened my eyes to the scarlet pillowcase my face was buried in. September second was the day I’d been dreading since summer had started. It was the day I go back to school. A lot of good things marked this day though. For instance, this was my last year in high school. Also this was the year that I’d switched schools after this one closed-not necessarily good-I’d get over it.
“Emileah? Time to get up babe.” My mother’s voice rung out in my ears after the long silence of the night.. Judging by the amount of light filtering through my window-close to none-it couldn’t be past six. I permitted myself a quick glance at my alarm clock. The green numbers shone through the darkness, they said 5:37. Crap, not even close to six.
For some sick reason my mom liked shaking me from my dream land to get me started on my morning routine. She works at some minute company that starts at like six, so she wakes me up before she heads out.
This day was going to be particularly painful because not only-as I said-was I starting a new school, but I had not gotten any sleep whatsoever last night because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Why none of my friends decided to come to this school was beyond me, but before I could manage another five minutes of sleep my mom came to roust me again.
“Emileah, get your little a** up now,” she threatened.
“Yes mum,” I said into the pillowcase. I sat up quickly meaning to fling myself off my bed and onto my feet, but instead I got really dizzy. I laid back down and tried again, mucho slower this time.
“Ehhhh...” I still had not opened my eyes so I was feeling around for the door. When I found the shower I climbed in and let the hot water wake me up. I stepped out to find that my mom had put my clothes for the day on the counter. I usually picked my own clothes but when she did I wore them to make her feel good. I checked them to make sure they matched-she sometimes likes to mix-n-match so I have to be careful about that-and put them on.
“Hmmmm…” I said to myself as I opened the large cabinet to see my breakfast choice. I have to admit that I love Honey Bunches of Oats with Peaches. I was in no hurry to get to school since it started at like eight-thirty, and it was like almost seven now. I poured slowly and pretended to ‘savor’ the chewwiness of the dehydrated peaches. By the time I had eaten, and washed the bowl it was almost seven-twenty.
“UGH!” Frustrated, I stomped off to the bathroom to style my hair and brush my teeth. I messed with my bangs and scrubbed my brackets spotless, so I wasted like almost thirty minutes. I hated not arriving on time, early or late. So I fed my dog and headed out the front door. My wheels composed of a Silver Honda CR-V. It wasn’t the hottest ride on the road, but it got me around. My mom used to have it and hers before her. She gave it to me on my sixteenth birthday, that is, after she bought herself one of those fuel efficient sporty ones.
I hummed loudly to myself as I started the old thing up. In order to do this you needed to reach out and swipe this little shard of plastic somewhere underneath the steering wheel, after you did that you could start the engine. After I Turned the engine over I carefully pulled out ont my street and drove off to meet mi impending doom, He he, doom… I promised myself that I would start this year out with an at least approachable attitude. Who knows I might actually make some friends. I pulled into the almost empty lot and sat back when I cut the engine.
“Too early,” I grumbled and sat listening to my Foo Fighters cd. It looked like the parking lot was at least three quarters full so I stepped out and kept my head down as I gathered my things and stepped out. I sighed as I decided to look up to meet the curious gazes that-evidently-were all pointed at me. When I looked up the only gazes I met were the angry glances that were cast at me from sideways faces all over the lot. I tilted my head down again as I literally raced for the Front office. Hoping for sanctuary I ran in and shut the door behind me as if to shut out the angry faces of the students outside. When I opened my now shut eyes I saw that the faces from the office matched the faces and gazes from outside. Warily I stepped up to meet the front desk. The woman had faded red hair and too much blush on. She wore an ‘oh, its you’ look on her plump face.
“Well, hello.” She said and her voice was filled with the fake acceptance her face now adopted.
“Um, yes my name is Emileah Lockhurst and I’m new to this school.” I managed to squeak out.
“Well thank you for coming here…” Sarcasm dripped from her icy words. She then turned to a file cabinet and pulled out a thick looking folder.
“This is all the information you will need this year, dates, cafeteria listings, classes, and the student directory.” I stuffed the Folder into my backpack and headed out the door.
“Thanks.” I muttered as I left the little building. My schedule consisted of English, Trigonometry, History, Biology, Gym, and Drama. On the way to my English class my mind couldn’t help wondering why everyone could just hate me like that. Maybe its just the new girl syndrome… I thought. All my classes were awkward, as in my teachers also looked at me weirdly, like I didn’t belong. This same routine continued for months, I began to fall into a deep depression that I might not come back from. And then it began to rain.
Chapter 2
Light at the End of the Tunnel
Sometime around December it began raining-heavily I might add-and then it got too cold to rain anymore. So it began to snow. My situation hadn’t gotten the least bit better, in fact it worsened. I stopped eating and lost almost thirty pounds. I barely weighed in at 109, and my parents were beginning to worry. They’d ask me if something was wrong and I’d simply say, “Why? Nothings wrong. I am just not that hungry right now and I’ve got a lot of homework to finish.” When in reality I’d done all my work and was going to sleep early. The sad thing is they looked like they believed me…
A week before I got out for winter break I’d gone outside and nearly slipped locking the front door. I made my way clumsily to my car that was parked out front in the driveway. Apparently last night while the world slept it rained cats and dogs. Then it froze over to make a slippery death trap. Sadly it hadn’t started snowing until I arrived at school.
“Damnit.” I cursed. “Just missed a snow day…” I stepped out into the icy deathtrap and nearly slipped. I did not want to attract attention to myself only to be glared at again. They had just stopped a couple days ago, but on occasion I would catch a sideways glance or a whisper behind a folder. I was late and probably wouldn’t get my favorite seat at the back. I started jogging just so I could make it by the second bell when out of no where I saw an upraised crack in the cement. To my dismay before I could stop I caught my foot in the crack and fell onto the cold, hard, unforgiving ice.
I don’t know how long I lay there with my eyes closed against the numbing pain of the ice. I knew I was shivering but I couldn’t feel it. After seemed like forever I felt someone scoop me up and start to carry me. I felt the feeling some back to me and then I heard sirens. When I could finally open my eyes I was looking out the windows of an ambulance. I saw Andrew Davis looking after me. His face distorted with anger and pain, then the blackness closed in all around me.
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I woke up to the same scared expression as I saw before I blacked out. This time though the face was sitting at the end of my hospital bed.
“Emileah?” Andrew said when I’d adjusted my eyes to the light that seemed to be shining at me from all angles.
“Emileah?” he said again when I didn’t respond..
“Yeah? Hey Andrew.” I said groggily. He sighed.
“You had me worried, for a minute I thought something got knocked loose after all.” He chuckled.
“Wha--?” I asked confused.
“Don’t you remember?” He asked. “Samantha Burgundy ‘dropped’ one of her books so you’d trip…” To my dismay a wave of memories came flooding back onto my psyche.
“I thought I’d tripped over a crack in the cement.”
“No,” he paused. “People can be jerks sometimes, huh?” Andrew smirked.
“You have no idea…” I said suddenly regaining my sense of humor. It was so easy to be my old self with him. But when I looked up he had lost his lighthearted attitude. Andrew now wore a look of discomfort mixed with shame on his, strikingly handsome face. His big blue eyes looked sorry, but for what. As far as I’m concerned he had nothing to do with this. Then the doctor walked in.
“Alright Emileah, lets have a look-see.” The doctor tilted my head this way and that, but out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed Andrew bite his lip occasionally when I’d wince from the doctor poking and prodding at my face cuts.
“Here, take a look for yourself.” The doctor handed me a silver oval mirror and I cautiously looked into it to examine myself. I saw my own face contort into a grimace when I saw what the damage was. My face was bruised and I had two rather large cuts. The first of the two went horizontal across my left cheekbone. The second-more gruesome one-stretched diagonally across my right eye and ran across the cheek below it.
“Ugh.” I exhailed as I handed the mirror back. Andrew and the doctor waited patiently as I had gauged the extent of my horrific injuries.
“Now,” he began. “In order to have minimal scarring treat your cuts with Neosporin and change the bandages regularly. I think you can leave now Miss Lockhurst.” He smiled reassuringly.
“Thank you Doctor Brown,” Andrew said as he got up to shake his hand. “C’mon Emileah. I’ll drive you home.” He put one of his arms around my waist and I looked at him questioningly.
“Would you rather I didn’t?” He asked politely removing his arm from its previous placement.
“No, its fine.” I said embarrassed, my squeaky voice and my red cheeks gave me away and he smirked. Andrew replaced his arm and pulled mine over his neck as to support my full weight.
When we reached the lot he led me to his new bug. It had a black paintjob and ghost flames streaking the sides and front.
“Here we are, I know its n--,” but I cut him off before he could finish.
“It’s Awesome!” I finished for him. Then he scooped my up, and set me in the passenger side seat.
The ride home was almost all silence until it dawned on me, "How is my car going to get back?"
Andrew just looked at me for aa second and then said, "Ill drive it back." I began to argue, but i was cut off, "I learned how to drive on one of those old Hondas." He turned a bit to grin at me. I secceded and fished around in my pockets for the key. When i found it i dropped it on the cup holder closest to him.
When we drove up onto the drive Andrew turned and looked at me, "Ill be back in about a half an hour." I nodded and stepped out of his car, but when a new question came to mind he simply pulled out and drove down my street.
Chapter 3
We pulled into the empty driveway and i reached for the doorhandle,
"Wait, Ill um be back with your car and schoolwork." I smiled and nodded
"Okay." with that i opened the door ad stepped onto my porch.
*edit* More to come not done yet ^__^
 PrInCeSs_Le_DaRk · Mon Aug 11, 2008 @ 03:55am · 0 Comments |
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