A Fork Stuck In The Road., chapter 2
My room was full of posters, mostly Green Day ones, but some other random bands were hanging on my wall as well. I walked over to my bed and lay down, my back facing the wall. I sighed. What was going to happen now? Questions clouded my mind. I pulled my MP3 out of my school blazer, and flicked through the songs. Most of them were Green Day, which didn't help my current state of confusion. I settled for crappy Hilary Duff song to take my mind of things. Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door. I ignored it and turned up my music. The door opened and Adrienne entered the room and closed the door behind her.
"Hi," she said softly.
I turned up my music even more. I was not in the mood to talk to someone who didn't even want me in their life.
She sighed.
"Can we talk?" She asked
When I didn't answer she walked slowly up to the bed and sat down. I sighed and took out my earphones.
"Why did you come here?" I asked
She looked thoughtful for a minute, and slowly answered, "Over the past year I'd been thinking about you more and more. I mean, you were always in the back of my mind, but it was just as my life started to piece together, that I realized that there was one thing missing; you."
"Well you chose that," I pointed out.
"I know, and I deeply regret that. I know that I can't just enter your life when I feel like it, but I thought you had a right to know about me. Please, Emily, just give me a chance here. I want to get to know you. Please?" She begged.
"And how do propose getting to know me when you live over the other side of the world?" I asked coldly
"Well, we were thinking maybe you could come live with us for just a couple of years. But only if you want to." Adrienne added quickly.
I looked at her. In all the photos I had seen of her over the web, I had never realized how similar we looked. We both shared the same smile, and she had long, thick, brown and black hair in dreads with brown highlights. I had long, thick, blonde hair with light blonde highlights. And we both had porcelain white skin.
I reviewed my situation quickly in my head. I hated my life here. I went to a strict all girls' school, and I didn't like anyone there. Then there was my netball club that mum (or my step mum) forced me to play in. I hated netball, it was so competitive. Mum said it was good exercise, and I needed it to stay healthy. But I wasn't fat. I actually had a really good body. I was curvy, just like Adrienne.
"You know what?" I pushed aside my anger at Adrienne, "I would really like that."
Her nervous face softened in to a wide smile.
"Thanks Em." She leaned forwards and embraced me into a hug.
"Hi," she said softly.
I turned up my music even more. I was not in the mood to talk to someone who didn't even want me in their life.
She sighed.
"Can we talk?" She asked
When I didn't answer she walked slowly up to the bed and sat down. I sighed and took out my earphones.
"Why did you come here?" I asked
She looked thoughtful for a minute, and slowly answered, "Over the past year I'd been thinking about you more and more. I mean, you were always in the back of my mind, but it was just as my life started to piece together, that I realized that there was one thing missing; you."
"Well you chose that," I pointed out.
"I know, and I deeply regret that. I know that I can't just enter your life when I feel like it, but I thought you had a right to know about me. Please, Emily, just give me a chance here. I want to get to know you. Please?" She begged.
"And how do propose getting to know me when you live over the other side of the world?" I asked coldly
"Well, we were thinking maybe you could come live with us for just a couple of years. But only if you want to." Adrienne added quickly.
I looked at her. In all the photos I had seen of her over the web, I had never realized how similar we looked. We both shared the same smile, and she had long, thick, brown and black hair in dreads with brown highlights. I had long, thick, blonde hair with light blonde highlights. And we both had porcelain white skin.
I reviewed my situation quickly in my head. I hated my life here. I went to a strict all girls' school, and I didn't like anyone there. Then there was my netball club that mum (or my step mum) forced me to play in. I hated netball, it was so competitive. Mum said it was good exercise, and I needed it to stay healthy. But I wasn't fat. I actually had a really good body. I was curvy, just like Adrienne.
"You know what?" I pushed aside my anger at Adrienne, "I would really like that."
Her nervous face softened in to a wide smile.
"Thanks Em." She leaned forwards and embraced me into a hug.
