"Fat."
"Pig."
"Ugly."
"Stupid."
"Bitch."
"Whore."
"Freak."
"Weirdo."
"Emo."
I bowed my head, and tried to ignore what people said about me as I continued to walk, pushing my way pass the sea of students already forming in the hallways.
"I can't believe she's Ryan's sister.."
I accidentally bumped into someone, sending my stuff flying everywhere.
"Sorry." I muttered and picked all of them up hastily without looking up, and raced for the main door, finally escaping the cruel atmosphere of St. Patrick's High --Or should I say, Hell.-- I began my walk towards home.
I couldn't say home was any better.
As I neared the two-story single detach, I felt flooded relief as I found that my uncle's car was nowhere to be seen. Meaning, he wasn't home.
I was overjoyed, alomst in tears because of so much happiness. I finally have a break. Even if it was just a few hours-- Or even minutes. I finally have a break.
I walked in and quickly made my way upstairs to my bedroom. Passing Ryan's room, his door was open, and I found him lying on his stomach and his face glued to his laptop screen. That's weird. He's never home this early.
I shrugged it off and quickly went inside my room, slamming the door behind me.
"Em, is that you?" I heard my brother's voice ask.
"Yeah, Ry." I said, stripping off to change into my pyjamas.
After I changed, I jumped on my bed and turned on my own laptop and started going through Tumblr. After five minutes, I was startled when I heard a knock on my door.
Silently praying it wasn't my uncle, I took my time in standing up and answered it. I let out the breath, I didn't know I was holding, in relief.
"Hey Aunt Merly." I said, trying my best to make my smile look real. She returned a warm, genuine smile. One that I haven't seen on her face in years.
"Your uncle won't be home today, He'll be staying with his friend. He's too drunk to drive." She said. "Now go downstairs, I made Mac and Cheese."
Again, I felt overjoyed, actually smiling for real, and was more than willing to leave the safety of my room. In a moment, Ryan was on my tail, with a smile on his face. This has got to be the best night of my life.
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Picture of Emma/ Em at the side, loves! ♥
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Teen Fiction"Maybe one day it will be ok again. That's all I want. I don't care what it takes. I just want to be ok again." Emma wanted to be happy again. She wanted her old life back. She wanted her old self back. She was the girl who can brighten up your day...
