Emison's Daughter

Chapter two~ Caught Emison

                         One week later
My light brown eyes peek right behind my blue rimmed glasses as I read my paper to the front of the class. My voice barley heard from all the whispers going around the room. As I finish reading, I walk with my crinkled paper to my desk. As I settle in my seat, Derek whispers "good job" and turns back to listen to the others read. I smile because Derek Rivers, the cutest and nicest boy I know, actually talked to me for once.
       
25 minutes have gone by and the bell finally rings and it's time for lunch. The one time of day I hate and love. Hate, because that's where most of the bullying can happen and love, well I guess it involves food.
      
"Omg your skirt makes me cringe." Says Jasmine, as she walks by me.

 I look down at my purple ragged skirt with a frown. As I walk into the hallway with my food, I see my mom's classroom from afar. As I pass, I look through the small window on the door to see my mom kissing another WOMAN! Confusing thoughts and theories appear in my head. Should I walk in and see who that woman is or should I keep going to my eating spot? I decide to barge in my mom's classroom and ask what's going on.

As I open the door, both my mom and the woman look right at me with surprised looks. 

"What is going on in here?" I ask.

"Nothing, it's nothing." My mom says as she fixes her dress.

 What surprises me the most is that the woman looks weirdly a lot like me.

 "I'll see you later Emily." Says my mom.

  
"That did not look like nothing." I say in a serious tone, after Emily leaves the room.

 "Just mind your own business." She says sounding annoyed.

 "No I'm not going to mind my business and second of all who is Emily?" 

My mom gives me a worried look but than quickly changes back to her annoyed expression. A long silence spreads between us for about a minute as we look at each other.

 "Well you know what, if your not going to tell me... I'll just find out myself!" 

And with that I stormed out of the room.

      
That felt good standing up to my mom for once. It made me actually feel strong and confident, and that feeling hasn't waved in me for a long time. 

"Somebody looks happy." Says Derek walking by. 

I give a shy smile back and he does the same and we than both continue on with our day. Except he doesn't have a new million questions roaming in his head, unlike me.

Alison's POV
     As I grade my students papers, I question whether I should tell Tiffany who Emily really is or not. I just don't want Tiffany to ask so many questions about my past and how it happened because a person can only know so much. And if she knows how dark the world can be she'll act and see the world differently,  and I don't need that for her and she doesn't need that for herself. I may act like a non-caring mom, it's just that I want to be truthful and sometimes the truth hurts. I wasn't ready to have Tiffany and I guess I'm still not ready.
    
I finish correcting one of the papers and I  pull out another paper to find a post-it note inserted in the pile. I pull it out and read the words on the note. "If you don't tell Tiffany who Emily is and how it really happened, I'll tell her myself and I might tell Tiffany a few lies."