Surviving A Dream

chapter 2-The morning

Her mind couldn't get off of what just happened. It was so embarrassing. She nearly cried when she walked out the room. Her eyes were pleading for it, But her will was strong. She managed to put the sea of tears back into the eyes where it didn't burn her throat. " Think happy!" she whispered to herself. Like she always did. She crept down the stairs, missing the loose plank of wood. If she can get to the kitchen without throwing up. It's her lucky day.

As she came down, the smell of burnt toast and eggs attacked her nostrils as she was closer to the kitchen. She knew her dad was cooking from the smell. He isn't the best chef. But he tries. When she sat down at the table in the corner, her dad immediately got concerned. " She looks sick," he thought. But he didn't say anything. He knows she doesn't like people asking if she feels ok.

"Two eggs and toast?" Emma's dad asked, with a happy but worried tone.                 "Can i have one egg instead dad? I don't have too much of an appetite," Emma replied, with guilt written on her face.                                                                                                      "Of course darling, and you don't look well. Are you well enough to go to school?" He knew he shouldn't have asked. But he's a parent. What else is he meant to do? But she didn't reply. She just gave a faint smile and nodded to say she's ok. A look of uncertainty and relief appeared on his face. But accepted the simple answer.

She felt guilty for not talking to her mum and dad. But she wanted to go to school. Not bore herself at home, at least at school she can take the thoughts of her mind. She hoped.

It wasn't long before she set off for school. Well, to see her friend. She always set off earlier to meet her. Because she had to go past a street where the girls. Well, a long story. But she lived 10 minutes away from school, and she sets off an hour before. Her friend (Amelia) is always late. She hated that about her but, we can't always pick who we are friends with. right?

But they just arrived at school. Boys throwing water, girls putting on make-up and doing their hair. Then there was their friend group. Waiting for Emma and Amelia to get here. "Just on time" she said to Oliver, the one who always sits in the middle. He looked at them with a judging, but welcoming face. He laughed then hugged them.                                                                            "You two will always be a minute before the first bell huh?" asking, and laughing.          "Come on Oliver, you know you love us" Amelia said. With excitement running out of her voice 
 "Unfortunately I do" rolling his eyes

But that's how the school day started. Nice and relaxing. But she  still  couldn't get the questions off her mind. But why?

She didn't like Thursdays much. They started with Maths and they don't contain English. Emma hated Maths. There were two reasons.                                                                     1. The teacher treated the kids poorly. Bullied them, embarrassed them and worst of all. Forced them to answer, which was Emma's WORST fear                                              2.There was only a right, and wrong answer. No opinions or debates. Just questions and answers.