Finding Me (Slow Updates)

Chapter 17

Today was officially the best day ever, not. I had woken up this morning hoping that everything, good and bad, that had happened yesterday was just a terrible nightmare. Unfortunately today I get to look forward to my first day at my new stupid school. And even worse, I couldn't drive my own car there. Like yesterday, there was going to be a car that picked me up every day for the rest of my senior year.

Currently I was sitting at my grandparents kitchen island, which was coincidently one of the few rooms that had no windows, and morosely staring at the breakfast my grandma had made.

'It'll be okay Emmy, Cameron and I will be with you the entire time.' Camilla tried to comfort me.

I looked down at her and gave her a small smile, though her words couldn't encourage me. I had a feeling I was going to be either annoyed, ignored, or stared at by everyone at this school today. The only thing that I was looking forward to was seeing Asher and I didn't even know if we had any classes or would even see each other today.

"I know your nerves are getting to you sweetie, but please eat something, even if it is just toast, or a piece of fruit." My grandma urged me, not only with words but pleading eyes. Gemma was standing next to her and though you couldn't see a whole lot of emotion in her black eyes, I knew she was anxious for me as well.

I sighed and looked at both of my grandparents, who had taken seats and the roundish island. Sighing, I forced myself to eat a slice of toast with butter, even though it made my stomach churn. Satisfied, she took the other piece of toast off my plate and threw it away before splitting the rest of the eggs and bacon between the pups and Marlene.

Breakfast was the last part of my morning routine, which I have to start earlier now since my commute to school is longer. And it also means that the only thing left to do was go to school, and going to school meant trying to force my way through the crowd of paps in the yard and around the property.

Grandpa and I had made several plans on what the most effective way to get me to the car without causing panic was. It took a few tries but it finally concluded in a very complicated plan. First we had to call Mooresfield and and tell them that Asher and I should ride together to school and he should be picked up first. It took some negotiating, but we finally had to end up saying that with my anxiety, I should have someone I trust with me, at least until the world cools down about the situation. Then with Asher coming to the door to help me, Marlene would come out first, to clear a path, then the pups and Asher and I would be between them, with Gemma in the back keeping a watchful eye on everyone, and everything.

Even when I heard it I thought it might be a little much, but then I thought about the panic attack that happened only two days ago because of these reporters and knew that I needed all the help I could get. I had called Asher and told him what my grandpa had thought up, and he agreed to help in it. 'Anything for my ray of sunshine,' he'd said.

I swear every time I tell him not to call me that, it's like he thinks I'm encouraging the pet name.

'When are you going to admit that you and Asher are inevitable?' My (literally) neurotic sister asked.

'The day I magically get to have my old life back,' I replied harshly. It was as if I could physically feel her cringing at my words, and I immediately wished I could take my statement back. Knowing I couldn't, I settled for laying my head on my arms and letting Adriana feel my own guilt.

Begrudgingly I stood up after a minute or so of letting my self-pity take over and made my way to the living room. All of our blackout drapes and blinds had been closed, effectively sealing us off from the rest of the world. I sat on the couch with both of the pups seated next to me and waited the next few minutes until the voices outside began to stir at the arrival of my transport.