Emma stood in the waiting room, tapping her foot against the tile. She
wore vintage jeans and a black sleeveless leotard, and her hair was in a
low ponytail. "Dad?" she called into the room. "Are you ready? You're
supposed to be taking me to dance class!" Dr. Miyagi walked into the
waiting room.
An urgent look was plastered across his face. "Emma, I'm sorry, this little girl has a very high fever and it's going to take quite a bit of time. I'll call Lily, okay?" Dr. Brown briskly walked into the waiting room, removing his lab coat.
"We just got the new shipment of latex gloves, I'm going to have Edna unload them. Is there anything the matter?" he asked, noticing the tension between father and daughter.
"Emma needs to get to dance class and I'm busy with Christy Johnstone, she's running 103."
Dr. Brown frowned. "I'll call in some extra help. " He paused, placing a finger on his chin. "Ephram!" he called, obviously reaching a conclusion. Ephram appeared in an instant. "Why don't you drive Emma to dance?" There were no questions asked, Ephram was tossed the keys and the doctors were earnestly discussing the Johnstone situation.
Emma folded her arms defiantly. "Let's get this over with." she mumbled. Ephram and Emma walked to the Browns' car in complete silence. Emma opened the door and leaned back, looking out the window. "Why are you always so tense?" Ephram asked after a few moments of tension.
"I'm not tense," she snapped. "you're rude." Ephram shut his mouth and continued to drive.
::Next Day::
Emma stood outside of the lunch line, trying to find someone she knew. This is hopeless, she thought, I don't know anyone. Then she zeroed in on Ephram. She slapped his butt. "Hey loverboy, what's shakin?" she said, cutting in front of him. He grimaced.
"Cute, real cute." Ephram groaned. Emma smiled. "I know I am." Ephram rolled his eyes, she was simply pretty all of the time. Today, she wore rust-coloured corduroys, a cream-coloured cashmere sweater, black Chanel sunglasses, and her hair was pulled into a loose bun.
"Are you only nice to me when you want something?" he asked, folding his arms. Emma nodded and then leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"Guess what?" she whispered. "I like you." Then, she tossed her head back and laughed riotously. Ephram couldn't help smiling; she wouldn't have said it if she didn't think it right? They paid for their lunches and parted. She pinched his butt again. "Hey Ephram!" she called over the lunchroom chatter. "Nice ass!" Ephram laughed and shook his head; Emma Miyagi was too much.
Emma sat at an empty lunch table and began to pick at the meatloaf. "Anyone sitting here?" A petite girl stood in front of her. Emma shook her head. "Nope."
"Hi, I'm Ashton Wallace," said the girl. giving a little wave. Ashton had fiery red ringlets pulled into a high ponytail; she had warm brown eyes. She wore a short, flared, denim skirt with black tights and a black wool turtleneck. Ashton opened her milk container. "So, Emma, right?"
Emma nodded, chewing on a piece of lettuce.
"Are you new too?" Emma asked.
Ashton laughed bitterly. "Yeah, right. I've lived in Everwood since I was born. I just never had any friends. Everwood kids are cliquish and.don't like people with flavour." Emma laughed.
It definitely looked like Ashton Wallace would become one of Emma's good friends.
Emma leaned forward. "So maybe you can give me the 411 on all the kids here." Ashton nodded and smiled.
"I love gossip. Okay, see that girl with the blonde hair and blue eyes?" Emma nodded. "That's Jamie Allen, she got a nose job last month." Emma giggled.
"And the tall boy with the cowboy boots? Parker Candide. He has serious butt-scratching issues..he just cant stop. And the redhead with the yellow dress? Well that's Patrice Gainsborough. Last year she spent 40,000 dollars of her mother's credit cards. She has to work at McDonald's and at the thrift store to pay them off."
The lunch bell rang. Emma grinned. "Ashton.do you want to come to my house tonight? We're having lobster and I really think you-" Ashton grinned.
"Sure."
An urgent look was plastered across his face. "Emma, I'm sorry, this little girl has a very high fever and it's going to take quite a bit of time. I'll call Lily, okay?" Dr. Brown briskly walked into the waiting room, removing his lab coat.
"We just got the new shipment of latex gloves, I'm going to have Edna unload them. Is there anything the matter?" he asked, noticing the tension between father and daughter.
"Emma needs to get to dance class and I'm busy with Christy Johnstone, she's running 103."
Dr. Brown frowned. "I'll call in some extra help. " He paused, placing a finger on his chin. "Ephram!" he called, obviously reaching a conclusion. Ephram appeared in an instant. "Why don't you drive Emma to dance?" There were no questions asked, Ephram was tossed the keys and the doctors were earnestly discussing the Johnstone situation.
Emma folded her arms defiantly. "Let's get this over with." she mumbled. Ephram and Emma walked to the Browns' car in complete silence. Emma opened the door and leaned back, looking out the window. "Why are you always so tense?" Ephram asked after a few moments of tension.
"I'm not tense," she snapped. "you're rude." Ephram shut his mouth and continued to drive.
::Next Day::
Emma stood outside of the lunch line, trying to find someone she knew. This is hopeless, she thought, I don't know anyone. Then she zeroed in on Ephram. She slapped his butt. "Hey loverboy, what's shakin?" she said, cutting in front of him. He grimaced.
"Cute, real cute." Ephram groaned. Emma smiled. "I know I am." Ephram rolled his eyes, she was simply pretty all of the time. Today, she wore rust-coloured corduroys, a cream-coloured cashmere sweater, black Chanel sunglasses, and her hair was pulled into a loose bun.
"Are you only nice to me when you want something?" he asked, folding his arms. Emma nodded and then leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"Guess what?" she whispered. "I like you." Then, she tossed her head back and laughed riotously. Ephram couldn't help smiling; she wouldn't have said it if she didn't think it right? They paid for their lunches and parted. She pinched his butt again. "Hey Ephram!" she called over the lunchroom chatter. "Nice ass!" Ephram laughed and shook his head; Emma Miyagi was too much.
Emma sat at an empty lunch table and began to pick at the meatloaf. "Anyone sitting here?" A petite girl stood in front of her. Emma shook her head. "Nope."
"Hi, I'm Ashton Wallace," said the girl. giving a little wave. Ashton had fiery red ringlets pulled into a high ponytail; she had warm brown eyes. She wore a short, flared, denim skirt with black tights and a black wool turtleneck. Ashton opened her milk container. "So, Emma, right?"
Emma nodded, chewing on a piece of lettuce.
"Are you new too?" Emma asked.
Ashton laughed bitterly. "Yeah, right. I've lived in Everwood since I was born. I just never had any friends. Everwood kids are cliquish and.don't like people with flavour." Emma laughed.
It definitely looked like Ashton Wallace would become one of Emma's good friends.
Emma leaned forward. "So maybe you can give me the 411 on all the kids here." Ashton nodded and smiled.
"I love gossip. Okay, see that girl with the blonde hair and blue eyes?" Emma nodded. "That's Jamie Allen, she got a nose job last month." Emma giggled.
"And the tall boy with the cowboy boots? Parker Candide. He has serious butt-scratching issues..he just cant stop. And the redhead with the yellow dress? Well that's Patrice Gainsborough. Last year she spent 40,000 dollars of her mother's credit cards. She has to work at McDonald's and at the thrift store to pay them off."
The lunch bell rang. Emma grinned. "Ashton.do you want to come to my house tonight? We're having lobster and I really think you-" Ashton grinned.
"Sure."