Written about a fourteen-year-old Canadian girl for fourteen-year-old Canadian girls.
This is the journal of a soon to be fourteen year old girl, with big dreams, huge dilemmas, a hi-larious group of pals and an awkward love life. This is the truth about Emily.
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The Truth About Emily
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Chapter Uno:
The End of the Past and Soon To Be
The Beginning of the End (the NEXT End)
MINUS 3 DAYS TILL IMPACT
Two more days of school! Ah! Then I only have the rest of the summer before my whole life gets a gigantic make-over. Correction: do-over. And by that I mean: new school + same crowd = new and glorious Emily!
Anyways I suppose it won't be that bad. I will have Mer-mer (Meryl), Lola (Jessica) and Amelia (er … Amelia) to spend the summer with. And the randy Casanova, Monsieur Terry.
I can picture it now a summer full of making out. and huge larfs! Dieu, this is going to be fantastico. I can just imagine it later when I'm an actress I will be Lee Sparenza on the stage and off stage (with my still bestest buds) I will be Emily Myer. Terry and Emily Myer.
Sigh. Sounds fantastic. However I certainly do not plan on having little Terry and Emily's but actually that is quite a shame. I mean Terry and I would have adorable babies. But still children are so not my bag.
I wonder if Terry thinks about our future...
Well must get some sleep. School tomorrow: soon to end.
MINUS 2 DAYS TILL IMPACT
It's over. Apparently.
I knew it was going to happen really. That's right, I knew it. Call it woman's intuition. Call it whatever you want but it happened and I knew it the whole time.
I should've done something but last time I got this Feeling I did the total wrong thing. Have I ever mentioned that time? Okay before Terry there was this guy: Lance. Lance was a great guy, nice totally amazing and everything. But this one night, during an MSN conversation I got this... Feeling. This crazy Feeling. And the Feeling kept squirming around in my head, indestructible. I couldn't kill it. I really couldn't. It was horrible. Oh right – the Feeling was telling me to get rid of Lance. So I did. I was totally wrong about it, of course. Lance was great. We don’t talk too much anymore. I bet he thinks I'm an ice queen or something. Sigh.
Anyways the point is the Feeling returned. So what did I do? I ignored it, like a good little girl. And then –today at school- Terry didn't say anything to me. It was weird.
Generally we talk a bit during lunch. Today I was sitting with Mer and Amelia and the whole group and well we sit in a different room so I got up to go see Terry in the Gym and Mer tagged along. After I was forced to drag her. She must think I'm the bee's itch.
Anyways – we sit in a different room because our crowd knows a teacher who helps with the Special Needs kids. So we sit in there because the room is basically empty and is much better than the gym. We only have a couple of the kids in there too because – erm – actually I don't know about that but yes.
Back to the point though – so Mer and I leave the room and are heading into the gym. I picked up my milk-in-a-pouch and a straw of course. Oh and guess what? Rose was there and she was wearing MY necklace. I got a spikey necklace at a car show awhile back (don't even ask) and SHE was wearing it. I even accused her.
"Hey, Rose," I greeted, calmly.
"Hey," she replied, obviously masking her panic. Because she knew I knew that she KNEW she was wearing MY necklace.
"Where'd you get that necklace?"
"Oh – you know: around." She had a stupid smug smile on her face too.
"Well it kind of looks like my necklace. Remember the one I sort of seemed to misplace when you slept over a week ago."
"Right. Well this can't be that one because I got it when I was at the mall. When I was at 'Le Chateau'.” (Phfft! Everyone knows spiked necklaces aren't even SOLD at 'Le Chateau'. Especially not MY necklace.)
"Oh. Well let me know if you see the other one then, kay?" I concluded with a large fake grin.
"Sure. I'll call you when I find it." Then she pretended that I had already left and started talking to the girl beside her, pretending to talk about the straws or something.
Hmmm – maybe that was a bad omen.
So anyways I have my milk and then Mer and I slowly slink into the gym and there was Terry in all his glourious good looks.
He looked over, saw me, then completely ignored me. He didn't break away from his friends to talk or motion to me or anything.
I felt myself frowning.
"Well – go talk to him then," Mer pressed.
"I can't," I replied, "he doesn't want to talk."
"Uhm – Em, he hasn't said anything. How do you know he doesn't want to talk?"
"I'll call him," I decided looking from Terry to Meryl. I gave her a false smile, feeling that something was up and then we scurried off back to lunch.
Then came the Feeling. So –as I said- I ignored it.
Lunch passed.
History passed (very slowly, might I add).
Music passed.
English passed.
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Will continue chapter when I have the time. Sigh.
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