This story revolves around 15 year old Emma and her unbelievable journey of self discovery and her way of dealing with the strange feeling of not fitting in high school, but never wanting to fit in with cliques. Her downward spirals capture and expr...
"Tell me all of the things that make you feel at ease" ~ Troye Sivan
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I obviously dread going to school now. Words cannot simply describe my emotions. I had a journal to express my thoughts but I never got into the habit. So everytime I'm happy or sad or whatever, I plug in my earphones and pretend my life is a music video. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one too. Actually, to calm myself down I take photographs and post it on 'Through My Lens' my Facebook page which specialises in hipster photography.
I put on my jet black sneakers and went to mom and dad to kiss them goodbye.
I kicked the rocks as I walk to school. I go on the usual route when I looked at the direction to the right wall on the sidewalk. Hmm. Unusual. I hadn't noticed it before. It was this faded graffiti. It looked fresh but someone must've failed to clean it up the night before. It was a girl's silhouette, facing a gorgeous sunset made of warm tones with hints of indigo, purple and pink. I didn't have my camera, so I grabbed my phone and clicked a picture. Sunsets make me feel relaxed and warm and fuzzy inside, whether it's a picture or a graffiti or in real life. Its like they get me.
Finally I enter the classroom and whispers flew across the room followed by laughs. Ruffling towards my seat, I unpack and go through my texts.
KYLIE: 2 NEW MESSAGES
I felt a huge weight lift off my chest when I unfriended Kylie, but today those 50 pounds jumped back on my chest. ______________________________________ Kylie: You know what? I'm sorry. I've said my part which im supposed to say.
Im saying sry now only you can decide wats goin 2 happen... ______________________________________ Oh my god. How much materialistic can she get? She made all that drama for this. As I laugh to myself about the ludicrous situation I'm in, the teacher begins his next chapter in algebra.
"What the hell?" Ryan walks with me to the cafeteria.
"Yeah." I sigh.
"Looks like she's saying 'if this doesn't work out, it's your fault.'"
"Mm."
"Listen." Ryan stops and waits for me to turn. "When you reach there..don't get upset. And I'm not a part of this in any way."
"Why, what happened?"
I look at his deep brown eyes to search for some meaning.
"You'll see when you get there."
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So far, Emma is stressed. Not just about her situation with Kylie, but Emma doesn't know for sure if Ryan is there for her. But is he really?
