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.


3. Chapter 3

I awoke to the horrible sound I hated the most out of anything, my stupid alarm. I angrily whacked it, annoyed at it for waking me up. I reluctantly arose out of bed then made my way sleepily to the bathroom. After my nice hot shower I was pretty much awake. I slunk down the stairs and into the kitchen. I placed my porridge in the microwave then started making lunch. After eating my lousy breakfast, I made my way to the door and pecked Mum on the cheek. Lucky thing, she just woke up. I threw my bag over my shoulder and retrieved my bike from the garage. I rode to the bus stop where Em was already waiting for me.

“H-eee-y!” Em yawned.

I nodded sexily back at her and wiggled my eyebrows and she burst into laughter, almost crying.

“Oh god Emma don’t pull that bull on me this early in the morning!”

We sat down on the bench after locking up our bikes and not long after, our bus arrived. We hopped on and grabbed a seat together near the back. We got of at the stop in town so we could grab a coffee before school. We headed into Hudson’s, giggling as we went.

“Two Hazelnut Lattes please.” I said to the Lady behind the cash register.

We slowly walked out of the coffee shop sipping our coffees contently. School wasn’t too far from town, and we did this most days. As we were walking down to school we were laughing and talking about the fact that the cash register lady had a moustache. And you know what they say “A laugh a day keeps the Doctor away!” We arrived at school just before the first bell. I went to my locker and yanked the lock off it. I stuffed my bag in then got my books ready for the first two periods. Sam was doing something in his locker, which was only three spaces away from mine.

“Hey Sam,” I called out cheerfully.

He turned around to see who was calling out to him.

“Oh, hi,” there was a slight pause as he studied my face, “Emma isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I replied blushing slightly. I returned to tidying my locker up to save myself from more embarrassment. Just then Sam came over, touched my shoulder and said,

“So I’ll see you around then?” he gave me a swift, charming smile, then was gone.

I was stuck in the moment, staring at the space he had just been occupying, when someone slammed their fist on the locker next to mine, startling me.

“Oi! Earth to Emma! Stop daydreaming it’s gross! First period is in like,” she checked her watch, “Less than 2 minutes! Chop chop or it’ll be our heads on the line in her class, again!”

Don’t get me wrong, I loved Emily, but it was times like that when she brought me back to reality that bugged me a bit. I was perfectly happy just standing there thinking that all it took to send shivers down my spine and give me butterflies in the stomach was a quick smile from Sam. But Em pulled me back into reality and dragged me to the classroom I hated the most, with the teacher I hated the most and the subject I hated the most. This room was where we would receive our daily torture; Maths. I didn’t even see the point of it! There was no way you would use all this rubbish in the real world, well unless you wanted to be a mathematician or a math teacher, but who would want to be any of them? I sat down with Emily at the back of the class, sitting down on the chair then leaning against the wall.

“We are going to experiment this week. I have arranged a seating arrangement for all of you.” The sharp metallic voice rang through the silent classroom.

“What! You can’t do that! That’s Bull!” my best guy friend, Tim yelled.

“No Mr. Stevens, you are wrong. I can and will, so shut your mouth and don’t yell in my classroom!” she screeched.

The other boys in the year snickered.

“SILENCE! Misbehaviour WILL NOT be tolerated in this classroom! Now move when I tell you to!”

I hated Miss. Simons so much! No wonder she wasn’t married! But at least she didn’t put next to someone too bad. I was seated next to Suzy and on my other side was Simpson. As she had announced the seating arrangement she glared at me. She always seemed to reserve a special hatred for me, and if she wanted to pick on someone, it would be me. I looked out the window as Miss. Simons explained how to do algebra for about the gazillionth time. I looked at the clouds and noticed one looked like a butterfly.

“MISS. MARIONI! ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION TO MY CLASS OR IS THIS JUST A JOKE TO YOU!” Miss. Simons had come up behind me and yelled in my ear.

“Well, as you have previously taught us this I didn’t think I needed to pay as much attention. It does get fairly boring as well, especially as you just drone on and on.” I said calmly.

“How dare you? Get the heck out of my sight and go to the Principles office, NOW!” She seethed.

As I picked up my stuff and headed out people nodded at me, congratulating me and then started clapping and whooping.

“As for you lot, get back to work!”

Just as I disappeared through the door I saw Emily’s face, sad but also saying ‘You did ask for it.’

I walked down the empty corridors, my heart was still pumping fast at what I had just done. Sometimes you just have to let it all out, rebel a bit. I know what I did was wrong before I did it, but that didn’t stop me from speaking my mind.

When I got to the principles office I knocked firmly and after hearing “Come in.” I entered.

*** © pips

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