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God Gave Me You: Chapter Two
*Here is the long due chapter two :) Love, ~Mary Cait* ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Two: Drama Class (Emma's Point Of View) Okay, canâ??t believe that ginger headed girl saw me cutting myself; she didnâ??t really see me cutting, she saw my left over blood in the drainâ?¦I can still say she saw my evidence of me cutting myself. Wow! Way to go Emma, first day of school and already words might be going around that you are a emo freak. Why the hell should I care? No one cares about me anyways. I donâ??t even believe my own mother doesâ?¦or dad. Maybe thatâ??s why he left when I was six. I could feel tears forming in my eyes, but I just pushed them back. This wasnâ??t the time to cry. Ever since dad left, I never showed any emotions. Mom thinks Iâ??m just taking this too serious, but her father never ran out on her so what does she know? Doesnâ??t she know how much children look up to their parents? They have so much impact on usâ?¦itâ??s not even funny. Many people look at it like itâ??s a joke, their mommies/daddies are gonna come back, but hell theyâ??re blind to the truth. Sureâ?¦they come backâ?¦sometimesâ?¦just look at me thought, daddy left when I was six and Iâ??m fourteen now. Why donâ??t you do the math on how long Iâ??ve been fatherless. I know that sounds selfish, bratish, and bitchness but when youâ??re father is still living and you know he isâ?¦and he never once tried to contact you, yeah now you know why I am who I am. I looked down at my school schedule. Now, what is my next class? I looked at it and I couldnâ??t believe itâ?¦drama, really? As if my life wasnâ??t drama filled enough! I hope I donâ??t get in trouble for being late. I mean, being late was my fault for not trying to find the classroom right awayâ?¦butâ?¦it wasnâ??t my fault that I got lost either. I didnâ??t know this school had a top floor actuallyâ?¦mainly cause when we went to the field trip to come over to this school, I was in one of my therapy sessions. Yes, I go to therapy every Monday, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Seeâ?¦thatâ??s how troubled I am at times. Hellâ?¦I wanna make it through a day of school without thinking about my therapy class after school. I slowly made my to the classroom, hopefully the teacher wonâ??t be angry. I knocked on the door, waited a bit, it finally opened to show the ginger headed girl..um, Mollyâ?¦Clarissaâ?¦Mar-issaâ?¦Marissa! Okay, someone I know besides that Michael kid. She smiled brightly at me. â??Hey, we meet again!â? No shit Sherlock. I gave her a small smile, not a big one thoughâ?¦Iâ??m not so sure about her yet. She lead me into the classroom, the smile till on her face. I saw a women about in her late thirties or early forties coming up to us, smile on her face. Her hair was tied back into a tight bun, she had dark brown eyes like that Michael boy(not like his eyes that just draw you into them thought), mocha colored skin. She dressed like a old fashioned teacher, too. â??Hello, you must be Emma, right?â? She asked me, not so sure if I was who she was waiting on. I nodded my head to her. â??Yes, maâ??am.â? What? I may come off as a bad kid, but I do have manners you know. â??Well, itâ??s nice to meet you,â? the teacher said, she was really sweet. I liked her. â??Iâ??m Ms. April. Welcome to Drama I, take a sit next to Michael okay? Is that alright with you?â? I turned to see who Michael was. And I felt like smiling big, but kept it to myself. It was the Michael from this morning at my locker. I turned back to Ms. April nodding my head. Marissa fallowed right beside me. Looks like I have a new friend if I want one or notâ?¦ We started writing down on the â??Get to know youâ? sheets they handed us out, and oddlyâ?¦I enjoyed writing down everything on it. Once we were done, we placed everything in the tray on the table. We all started talking, funny how I was actually getting along with Marissaâ?¦we are complete opposites though. I guess itâ??s true, opposites attract. Hehe. â??Okay, before we all leave,â? Ms. April called out to us, â??I want each and everyone of you to come up here, one at a time though, and share about yourself. How about we start with Keithton.â? â??Oh, we startinâ?? with Hachet man!â? a young dark skin boy said as he ran up to the front, causing everyone to laugh. One by one, we all started telling about ourselves. Oddly, Michael and Marissaâ??s stories sounded almost like my whole lifeâ?¦if you just add cutting and trying to kill yourself multiple timesâ?¦yeah, I guess they have my life then. I sighed when my name was called. If they want to know about meâ?¦they are gonna get to know my whole story, maybe not my whole life storyâ?¦but maybe some of it before I start crying and have to run out of the classroom. I stood in front of my classmates, closed my eyes and sighed once more, opened then and said, â??Hello, my name is Emmaâ?¦and this is my storyâ?¦â? To Be Continued ================================================================ I know this sucked ass, but I didn't have alot to think of about this part :/ but the next part should be better ^_^ I promise...till next time. MWAH!!!
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