Chapter three
I laid in my bed, staring straight into the wall, when I heard a knock on the door.
"Emma." I could hear it was Mike´s voice. "Johnny called."
"So?"
"He told me what happened."
"What happened then?" I asked, although I knew everything.
"He told me you started beating up a girl at school today."
"Don´t you think I knew that?" I turned around and sat up in my bed.
"I know you know that and…"
"BOG OFF" I pushed Mike out the door and slammed it.
"Emma?" he shouted through the door. "There´s no need for you to act like this. Just tell me what happened, I´m not angry."
"You want believe me," I shouted with tears streaming down my face. "My teacher didn´t, Johnny and Tee didn´t and neither did Carmen and Lily."
"I know there must have been a reason for you to beat up that girl. I know you."
"Just bog off." I didn´t shout anymore, and I sat down with my back against the wall. I had stopped crying, so I just sat there staring right in front of me. I sat there, for several minutes. Until there was a knock on the door.
"Bog off Mike." I shouted. "I don´t want to talk."
"Emma, it´s me." This time it was Tracy´s voice. "Let me in, we can talk about this." I sighed, and stood up, and then I opened the door.
"Can I come in?"
"Otherwise I wouldn´t have opened the door for ya´ right?" I turned around and started folding the laundry that laid in my chair. So that Tracy wouldn´t see that I´d been crying.
"Please talk to me, you´ll feel better."
"You don´t know that."
"Yes I do, I know everything about being a kid in care."
"No you don´t." I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. "You never had siblings, you´ve never met your dad, and you barely know your mum."
"If you´re talking about Cam…"
"I was talking about your birth mum." Tracy looked me straight in the eyes for a single second. Then she turned around, and walked out, slamming the door behind her. I sat down on my bed.
"Great job Emma Peterson." I said to myself. "You´ve really done it this time."
I had loved my parents. And now I loved them more than ever, but the memories of how my parents had been. It hurted, it really did. And what hurted more was that I had used to dream about a place like this. And right now, I just wanted to call Leon, and tell him. That I wanted to go home to Sweden with him
