The Quixwood Diaries

Chapter 2 - Anger Issues

EMMA

Dear Diary,

I hate her!  She’s evil!

I’m so sick of everyone treating me like a child, diary.

I’m sick of this house already, I want to get out.

No matter how many thoughtful little touches she’s put into my wing, I hate her!

I’ve been up here for hours now and she hasn’t come to apologise for what she said.  She hasn’t come to stop me from destroying the bedroom, even though I’m sure she can hear me.

I’m so angry!

As always, Emma Q

I had broken the bed at last, by tossing all my suitcases and other heavy objects onto it.  The wood gave an almighty crack and the mattress sunk in the middle.  I’d torn the curtain from the rail, the rail from the wall and half of the wall with them.

The cushions from the bed were scattered around the room, the book shelf had been upended and the many little trinkets and ornaments lay broken on the floor.  I was about to start picking up the books and tossing them around when I got a good look at myself in the full length mirror.

My face was red, blonde hair dishevelled and my glossy pink lips were turned up in a snarl.  The floorboards squeaked outside my open bedroom door as Zoe appeared; arms crossed at her chest and mouth pursed angrily.

“Are you quite finished?” she said, quietly but crossly.

I didn’t answer.

“Well, if you’re going to continue to destroy the place would you please keep the noise down?  I know it’s getting late but Jules is still in bed.”

“Is that all you care about?  You’re friend?”

“Contrary to what you may believe, Emma, I do actually care about you.”

“Really?” I said doubtfully.

“Yes.” She hissed.  “If I didn’t I could’ve just sent you off to foster care.”

“I need a new bed.” I said lamely after a pause, pointing at the wrecked frame.

“Oh for god’s sake, Emma!” she shouted.

“It was as good as broken any way.” I argued.

“Clean this up and come down stairs, dinner is ready.  You’ll have to sleep on the lumpy couch tonight.”

“Why can’t I just stay in one of the spare rooms?”

“’Cause there’s nothing in them just now!” she moaned.  “I’ll order a new one tomorrow.”

Zoe had made a feast in the kitchen.  She had gone out of her way to make a small buffet style dinner to welcome me to my new home.  When I’d finally emerged from the disaster scene it was to find Zoe and a pretty blonde American deep in a whispered conversation.

“Hi, you must be Emma.” The blonde girl said, jumping from her seat to kiss me on the cheek.  “I’m Jules.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” I said nervously.

“Oh, my gosh you’re so pretty and you have amazing bone structure.” She said breathlessly.

“Uh… thanks.” I laughed.

“No problem.”

Her hair fell almost waist length with a couple of dark streaks tangled in with the blonde.  She had large blue eyes and full pouty lips.