I Am Emily Hatter (On Hold)

Chapter 4

Later That Night...

I came directly home after I managed to walk home alone, without sitting down to cry.

"Hey, Sweet Pea! How was your day?"

"It was fine Dad, thanks"

"You okay?" Dad asks me

"Not really," I say as I walk up the stairs to my room.

In my room each wall is one or two colors, with different things on each. The lavender and plum colored wall is stripped and has tons of pictures of me, Giggles, my dad, and my favorite Punk-Rock band. The teal wall has big lime green circles on it. It has our or plans and brainstorms on ways to be better then Alison. My black and grey checkerboard wall has my bed and desk against it, will a few posters that have my favorite quotes on them. Lastly, my flame painted wall has my hat making station that my dad installed for me when I was a little tea cup/when I was 7. 

When I get to my bed I fall onto it carelessly. My red hair falls on my shoulders and on my face. For the first time, I don't really care about anything or anyone. I just care about...

"Em! Come down! They're here!" My dad's yelling messes up my thoughts. I take in a deep breath. I take in a little too much air and start to choke. Still coughing, I walk downstairs and see everyone all dressed up, in the living room. They are already drinking tea.

"Hello Emily. It's good to see you." The White Queen comes up to me and hugs me lightly.

"How are you?" the White Princess asks me

"Good, I guess" I say with less enthusiasm than a cup. "Hey Alice. Alison" I nod toward them

"Hi," They say in unison

"Well! I'm hungry!" Dad says a little too loudly

We enter the dining room. I see that my dad cooked. A lot. He made a Chicken stuffed into a Turkey fo everyone except for the White Queen and her daughter. Dad made them a huge salad. It was very green and very purple.

After we sat down and began eating, I thought to myself, what am I doing here? I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t act like I wasn’t mad. Mad at Alice and Alison for being such a big deal. Mad at the queen and the princess for being so important. It was eating me up little by little every single time they came over for lunch, dinner, or just tea.

“I’m sorry.” I told everyone as I dropped my silverware on the table.

Everyone stopped and looked at me. So many shades of eyes staring. Blue and green from Dad. Brown from Alice and the Queen. And a darting silvery gray from Alison and the Princess. Even more pressure. Great!

“Excuse me?” asked the Queen

“I just… I can’t do this.”

“Sweet Pea, what are you talking about? What cant you do?” My dad asks me, looking concerned

“This dinner. It’s too much. I can’t… I’m sorry.”

As I run toward the stairs, all I hear is, “How dramatic! What is she talking about?”

Alison.