Relapsed {Our Battle Series- Book 2}

What Can You Do To Help?

Emmi's POV: 

I haven't been doing so well in school, although no one has really noticed. I have been zoning out a lot, not doing my work and am just completley in my own world. This could be attested to my home life, which is beyond stressful right now. 

"Emmi!" the teacher called on me snapping me out of my trance 

"Yes?" I replied sheepishley 

"Emmi I called you 7 times now. This has been happening a lot, is everyting okay?" she asked me 

"Yeah, just busy with Youtube stuff." I said quickly, my parents hadn't informed the school about Avia and Brock's condition and there was no way that I was going to. 

"Well alright, but remember Emmi school comes first. I'd like to talk to you after class too" she said turning back to the board 

I nodded my head signifying that I understood what she was saying and wouldn't try to escape. I sighed and slumped back in my chair, I was not looking forward to having this meeting with my teacher after class. The rest of the morning droned on as we did more boring things and I tried to pay better attention. 

Finally the bell for lunch rang and I got excited for a whole five seconds before I remembered I had to go and talk to my teacher. 

"Emmi the school counselor would like to speak with you after lunch. I just didn't want to bring it up in front of the entire class" She told me 

"Okay? Is that all?" I questioned, why does the school counselor want to see me? Oh dear lord I hope it's not about my home life because I really don't want to talk about that. 

"Yup so you can go to lunch." 

"Alright thank you." 

I ran to my backpack and grabbed out my brown paper bag and went to the All Purpose Room, which is where we ate lunch. I sat at a table next to my friends and flipped the bag upside down, letting the contents spill out of it. Much to my surprise a note came out with my various items of food. It said this: 

Dear Emmi, 

Mom couldn't will herself out of bed this morning to make your lunch and Dad is sick so I had to make it. Also Brock isn't going to school late or anything today because of they upped his dose of chemo yesterday and he still doesn't feel great just in case you were concerned, but don't worry I'm taking care of him. Also I didn't know what you usually ate so I just guessed and made you a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich, we also didn't have any ice packs for meat so. Also Aunt Carlie is going to pick you up from school because we are staying with her until Dad gets better because Mom isn't in the best emotional state right now. I don't know I put it in this note and didn't tell you, but details details. And don't worry about clothes I packed a bag for you in case we stay over which we probably will. Alright have a good day at school, I'll see you later. Also I'm sorry again if your lunch is really crappy. 

- Love your sister, 

        Avia 

I smiled at the note and reread it a few times. She didn't have to make my lunch, she didn't have to take care of Brock, she didn't have to take on the role of our mother because our actual one was failing us, she didn't have to make sure we were all okay before worrying about herself. I folded the note up and put it in my pocket, this was something I was definitely keeping. For the rest of lunch I ate my food and talked with my friends about random things before the bell rang and it was time for us to go back to class and for me to go to the guidance office. 

I opened the door and sat in one of the chairs and waited to be told where I was supposed to go. About five minutes later the receptionist came over and pointed me in the direction of the counselor's office.