Breaking Through

Sixteen-year-old Emma Marioni has to deal with the day-to-day issues of every teenager plus the complications of a disease. Struggling with commitment with boyfriends and broken friendships while her best friend Emily has it all. See how Emma "breaks through" to find her identity. © pips. Copyright 2014. All rights reserved.

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2. Chapter 2

I dumped my bag on the floor, walked to the kitchen and said ‘Hi’ to my mum. She pecked me on my cheek and smiled. I leapt up the stairs, two at a time, to my room. I quickly showered and pulled on some baggy trackies and a singlet. After doing my homework and eating dinner I ‘Went to bed’. Mum smiled at me, pleased I was going to bed so early. After playing on my computer and listening to music, I finally heard Mum and Dad coming up the stairs to go to bed. I flopped onto my bed just as I heard dad open my door a crack.

“Yep, sound asleep.” I heard Dad say quietly.

“What a good girl.” Mum replied.

Next I heard bedsprings and then silence. I took that as my cue, I grabbed my bag of chocolate, lollies and other junk I had prepared before dinner, then opened my window as quietly as possible. I slipped out onto the roof, closed my window behind me, then walked slowly and carefully to the sturdy pillar and slid down. I then broke into a run, feeling free in the deserted street. When I finally reached Em’s house I threw the tiny teddy bear we had dedicated to throwing at windows, and threw it at her window. Then a face appeared and smiled at me. She opened the window as I made my way up, first onto the bench then leaping up holding onto the roof. I slipped through the window and lay on the floor.

“Hey me! Haven’t seen you since, like, three thirty today!” Em said cheerfully.

I smiled and threw the bag of chips at her. We always called each other ‘Me’ because we had such similar names. People often thought we were sisters when they first met us, not only because of our names but because we kind of look alike, though Emily was decidedly better looking. Emily tore the bag of chips open and stuffed them in her mouth.

“Whoa! It looks like you haven’t eaten for weeks! Ease up!” I exclaimed.

She stopped and looked at me, then swallowed.

“Well, I only had an apple for dinner because I knew you’d bring goodies! My Mum was a bit suspicious though…” she said cheerfully.

I made a face and shrugged.

“What’s Josh gonna say when you quit eating the good stuff and just stock up on junk and pile on the weight?”

Her smile faded then she put on a fake offended look.

“I’m not gonna put on heaps of weight! And I’m sure he wouldn’t mind anyway, he likes me for who I am.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet. But it’s up to you anyway I guess, I’m just looking out for you.”

She uttered thanks then smiles. Then out of nowhere she launched herself onto me.

“So when are you going to actually TALK to Sam eh?” she teased.

I struggled to push her off me but didn't succeed. I started to blush and turned my head away from her so she didn't see. But it was too late, she saw.

“Oh my god! That’s so cute! You’re actually BLUSHING! C’mon if you talk you might actually have a chance! It’s like when you guys were trying to get me to pluck up the courage to talk to Joshy. And now look at us!” she squealed.

I turned around again and started pushing her off me again. To my relief she got off me, then helped me up too. I smiled cheesily and wacked her with her pillow. She squealed and ran away from me. Then to our fright we heard floor boards squeaking and someone making their way to Em’s room. She pushed me away and said, “Hide!” then pushed me out the window, dropping my bag of food out with me. I heard her jump into bed and pretend to sleep. Her door creaked open and her Mums voice said,

“Hey Emyboo, is that you making all that noise?”

I knew Em tried desperately to pretend to be asleep, and it seemed it worked because her mum then made her way to the door and closed it behind her. I was starting to get cold and my toes were going numb. I whimpered and Emily rushed out of bed and let me in again. She whispered “Sorry” a couple of times, looking at her feet. We snacked on my food for a bit while we talked some more, played ‘Guess Who?’ and ‘Sorry!’ By twelve thirty we were getting tired and I thought it was about time to head home. I said my last goodbyes and packed up my stuff up. Em walked over to the window and opened it for me. I climbed out, blew her a kiss and said,

“Bye Babes!”

“See you tomoz Babes!” she replied, snickering.

I leapt to the tree to support me then stepped onto the bench. I started sprinting back down the street, listening to the blissful sound of chirping crickets. As I reached my house I slowed, backed up then ran at the pillar and jumped high, grabbing onto it. I pulled myself back onto the roof and slipped soundlessly through the window. I yawned widely then flopped down on my bed, dreaming about how nice it would be to be with Sam.

*** © pips

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