The scars we healed

chapter 2

"Um clothes." I said sarcastically.

"Embry you can not start a new school looking like that."

I guess to her I'm Embry now, instead of Em, which is what she called me a month ago before she got married.

"I am still me mom." I cried out. "I am not going to change just because you decided to move us to hell."

"We finally have everything we've ever wanted, and you're not happy?" she asked.

"Mom I had everything I ever wanted before."

I turned around to storm out.

I stopped when I saw Henry coming down the hall in his overpriced suite, no doubt.

"Hey dear." he said, looking at my clothes.  "Don't you like the clothes I bought you?"

"She loves them sweetheart." my mom answered. "She was just about to change."

I looked at Henry, then looked at my mom, then ran out the door, making a break for it.

"Embry Jo Hill you get back here. " I heard my mom say.

Ignoring her, I got in my 1978 mustang and took off.

As I was driving to the high school, I thought of my dad.

Him and I built this car from scratch. This car was the only thing I had left of him.

I began to cry and thought how different life has been since he died 4 years ago from cancer.

He was my best friend. I could tell him anything.

My mom was always too caught up with her work to ever care.

Watching him get sicker and sicker, and weaker and weaker was tough. I sat with him everyday at the hospital. Not my mom, me. I was only 12. Still a kid, witnessing her dad die.

I never saw my mom cry once. Not while he was sick, or even after he passed.  I think I resented her for that.

I pulled into my new high school and saw row after row of expensive cars.

"I am in my own personal hell," I said.

I finally found a spot far from the school by the football field.

Walking into the school I got looks.  Man did I get looks. Dirty looks. Disgusted looks. Surprised looks. Snobby looks. Pretty much any kind of look there is, except happy.

Ignoring all the stares, I walked down the hall looking for my locker.

All of a sudden I hear a loud shriek.

"Eeeee."

I turn around and see a tall blonde, thin girl in a short dress coming toward me.

"Hi, oh hi, you must be new." the overly happy girl said.

I wonder what made her think that, I thought to myself, obviously being sarcastic

"My name is Amy". she said.

Thinking I shouldn't respond to this very hyper girl, I chose to anyway.

"Hi, my name is Em." I told her.

"What a weird name, is it short for something, or did your parents not have much originality." the girl said without taking a breathe.

Did she seriously just mock me?

I rudely responded, "Like it's any of your business, but it is short for something. "

She looked at me like I was going to keep talking and tell her what Em is short for, but I just walked away.

It's only been 10 minutes in this school and I already hated it.