A/N: Thanks for being so patient! I've been really busy lately, well, for the past couple of months. Here's an update. I really hope you like it, it took me like, twenty minutes tops to write it, so I kinda wondered why I didn't do it sooner. I think now I'm gonna update some of my other stories, or maybe even start a new one! Well anyways, enjoy!
"Emma, get off that phone, you're grounded, remember?"
Emma sighed. "Look, I gotta go Manny, I'll talk to you later, ok?" "Ok, cya Em." Said Manny's voice on the other end of the line. They said their good-byes, and hung up. Emma put the cordless phone on her bedside table, and lay down on her bed. She had nothing to do.
It had been a week since the night she had met Madison. Her mom was waiting for her when she got home about midnight, and had totally exploded in a fit of tears and questions. Emma hadn't told anybody about that night, not even her best friend Manny, or her baby brother, who could barely talk. Emma was grounded for two weeks, from the phone, computer, and friends. It's not like Em wanted to go out anyways… there was always a chance she could run into Madison or Ryan, and she really didn't want that.
Madison hadn't found out about what had happened with her and Ryan. For the most part they just sat and talked, occasionally making some moaning noises and banging on the wall to emphasize the effect. Ryan was actually really nice, he told her about how his parents were in Rehab, so he lived with his brother, and what he usually liked to do, other than play video games. As much as Emma didn't want to admit it, it was a pretty enjoyable few hours.
After Madison was done, she called to Emma, and then Cory drove them back to Madison's corner. Madi gave Emma fifty dollars, and then sent her on her way home. Emma ran home, and made a mental note to never go into that part of town again. After that, being shut in her house, she was pretty bored, and just read books and tried to kill time.
A knock came on Emma's door, startling her half to death. "Em, honey," her mom's voice carried through the door, "Come with me to the store." Emma rolled her eyes. "I don't want to," she shouted back. Her mom opened the door and walked in. "You have nothing better to do right now, so you are going to come with me to the store," she demanded with her hands on her hips.
Emma sighed and swung her legs over the side of her bed as her mom walked out of her room. "And you won't give me any lip about it either!" her mom called down the hall.
Emma pulled a hoodie over her head, and fixed her hair, then grabbed her purse and stomped down the stairs to meet her mom. Her mom grabbed the car keys to their Ford Focus, and walked out the door. "Where's Jack?" asked Emma. "He's in the back yard with Snake," replied her mom, a little bit warmer now that Emma was in a slightly good mood.
Emma crawled into the passenger seat, and slammed her door shut. She looked over at her mom, who either didn't notice, or pretended not to. She strapped on her seatbelt, and her mom started up the car. It was a quiet ride all the way to the Sobeys, with only the radio interrupting the silence to warn of traffic accidents, and to inform about the sunny weather that Emma would be missing.
They pulled into the parking lot, and found a fairly good spot. "Mom," whined Emma, "Can I stay in the car?" Her mom sighed, "Em, why do you have to be so difficult?"
Emma decided not to persist any further, and got out of the car without a word. They walked into the store, and Emma smelt all of the smells a grocery store usually has; Apples, lemons, flowers, plastic bags, and so on. She also heard the different noises, like the beeping of the cash registers, the chatter of the clerks and the customers, the rustling of the bags holding the groceries, and the disgruntled complaints of the bratty children.
Emma looked around. They were currently in the produce section. The word "produce" always reminded her of meat, not fruits and vegetables. Her mom picked through a selection of celery, while Emma just stood there and watched her.
"Why don't you do something useful and go get me some butter and feta cheese?" her mom said, looking at Emma. "Fine," muttered Em. She walked past all of the aisles, looking for the dairy section. Once she got there she looked for the requested items. How come there are so many friggen types of butter? Wondered Em. She grabbed the most expensive pack of low-fat butter, which she knew her mom hated, and then she grabbed the 'light' feta cheese. Walking back she inspected the items. Only four grams of fat per serving, now her mom can lose all that baby weight!
CRASH!"I'm so sorry," stammered Emma, picking up her items. She looked up and saw a familiar face."Hey Emma."