"How," Emma said flatly. "Could you let her go through the boxes down
there?"
"Well, I told her to go get a can of corn from the pantry down there, and when I went down to see what was taking her so long...it was too late," Spike explained.
"Crap," Emma said. "Crap. This wasn't supposed to happen, not yet. I was supposed to tell her. Besides I was going to tell you that maybe we should wait until she's a little older. Oh crap, I don't know what to do. I'm going to go talk to her."
Emma walked upstairs and knocked gently on Lisa's door. She listened and didn't hear an answer, so she walked into the room. She found Lisa crying on the bed.
"Hey, Lisa," Emma said. "How are you doing? Oh sorry...stupid question. But really, what's going on? Are you okay? Tell me how you feel."
Lisa looked up and glared at her sister. Well, actually her mom. Lisa was so confused she didn't know what to think.
"You!" she said. "You...want to know what I think. Since when the heck do you care what I think, how I feel, or even who I am? I mean, how do you think it feels to find out that your life is a lie, and to find it out in a very bad way? HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME?"
"I know, I know," Emma said. She held up a hand as Lisa started to talk. "Let me explain. I was young a naïve. And I got pregnant. I was a horrible mother. So my mom and I decided to let you be raised by her. That way you could grow up with a responsible, capable mother figure. I'm sorry, but I just wasn't ready. But, now you've grown up with two wonderful parents and a wonderful life. I could never have done so much for you. I really did make the right choice."
"What?" Lisa said. "You made the right choice? How can you say that? Was the choice to get pregnant at the age you were at a good choice?"
"That wasn't my choice!" Emma yelled.
"Oh yeah? Well I think that being a slut and sleeping with someone was your choice!" Lisa yelled back.
Emma flinched, hurt by what Lisa had said. But she was right. It was her choice to get pregnant, technically. It was her choice of actions that gave her a child, and she took the easy way out and lied to her. She was like Sean. She abandoned her child because "she had her whole life in front of her".
"I'm sorry," Emma said quietly. "I know....I know that what I did was wrong, and I know that I can never truly make it up to you. But please, can't you give me chance to try and make it up? Can we still be friends, like sisters?"
"I have to think about it," Lisa said, and walked from the room.
Emma fell back onto the bed and sighed. This wasn't how this was supposed to happen. She heard the front door slam and looked out of the window to see Lisa striding down the street.
"She had better not be out too late," Emma thought. "Oh, my gosh. I sound just like my mom."
Emma looked at the clock and sat up. She had a date with J.T. in an hour. She went and took a shower, and then put on one of her favorite outfits, a knee length black and white skirt with a black shirt that was off one shoulder. She then put on her makeup and walked downstairs to wait for J.T. He soon arrived and handed her a bouquet of red roses, her favorite.
"Whoa," he said, looking at her. "You look absolutely amazing. And I love your hair up like that."
Emma had curled her hair and put it up in a mass of curls on top of her head. She blushed and thanked him for the roses. She then went and put them in some water, and then they left the house. They drove around looking at several places, and ate at the Dot. They reminisced about old times, and talked about the good times they were planning to have.
"So," J.T. asked. "Did you tell Lisa about the situation?"
"Well," Emma hesitated. She didn't want to drop this load of bad news on J.T. right now. Not on this wonderful night. "No, we haven't told her yet."
Finally at their last stop, Emma and J.T. pulled up to their old Degrassi School.
"Wow," Emma said, thinking of how long it had been. "Amazing."
"You most certainly are," J.T. said. Emma smiled and playfully pushed him in the shoulder. He laughed and then sobered up.
"Seriously, Emma, you are amazing. You are the most amazing, best, and wonderful thing that has ever happened to me."
J.T. then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black box. He dropped to his knee and popped the box open. Emma gasped as her gaze fell upon the most beautiful ring she had ever seen.
"And that is why I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Emma, will you marry me?"
"Well, I told her to go get a can of corn from the pantry down there, and when I went down to see what was taking her so long...it was too late," Spike explained.
"Crap," Emma said. "Crap. This wasn't supposed to happen, not yet. I was supposed to tell her. Besides I was going to tell you that maybe we should wait until she's a little older. Oh crap, I don't know what to do. I'm going to go talk to her."
Emma walked upstairs and knocked gently on Lisa's door. She listened and didn't hear an answer, so she walked into the room. She found Lisa crying on the bed.
"Hey, Lisa," Emma said. "How are you doing? Oh sorry...stupid question. But really, what's going on? Are you okay? Tell me how you feel."
Lisa looked up and glared at her sister. Well, actually her mom. Lisa was so confused she didn't know what to think.
"You!" she said. "You...want to know what I think. Since when the heck do you care what I think, how I feel, or even who I am? I mean, how do you think it feels to find out that your life is a lie, and to find it out in a very bad way? HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME?"
"I know, I know," Emma said. She held up a hand as Lisa started to talk. "Let me explain. I was young a naïve. And I got pregnant. I was a horrible mother. So my mom and I decided to let you be raised by her. That way you could grow up with a responsible, capable mother figure. I'm sorry, but I just wasn't ready. But, now you've grown up with two wonderful parents and a wonderful life. I could never have done so much for you. I really did make the right choice."
"What?" Lisa said. "You made the right choice? How can you say that? Was the choice to get pregnant at the age you were at a good choice?"
"That wasn't my choice!" Emma yelled.
"Oh yeah? Well I think that being a slut and sleeping with someone was your choice!" Lisa yelled back.
Emma flinched, hurt by what Lisa had said. But she was right. It was her choice to get pregnant, technically. It was her choice of actions that gave her a child, and she took the easy way out and lied to her. She was like Sean. She abandoned her child because "she had her whole life in front of her".
"I'm sorry," Emma said quietly. "I know....I know that what I did was wrong, and I know that I can never truly make it up to you. But please, can't you give me chance to try and make it up? Can we still be friends, like sisters?"
"I have to think about it," Lisa said, and walked from the room.
Emma fell back onto the bed and sighed. This wasn't how this was supposed to happen. She heard the front door slam and looked out of the window to see Lisa striding down the street.
"She had better not be out too late," Emma thought. "Oh, my gosh. I sound just like my mom."
Emma looked at the clock and sat up. She had a date with J.T. in an hour. She went and took a shower, and then put on one of her favorite outfits, a knee length black and white skirt with a black shirt that was off one shoulder. She then put on her makeup and walked downstairs to wait for J.T. He soon arrived and handed her a bouquet of red roses, her favorite.
"Whoa," he said, looking at her. "You look absolutely amazing. And I love your hair up like that."
Emma had curled her hair and put it up in a mass of curls on top of her head. She blushed and thanked him for the roses. She then went and put them in some water, and then they left the house. They drove around looking at several places, and ate at the Dot. They reminisced about old times, and talked about the good times they were planning to have.
"So," J.T. asked. "Did you tell Lisa about the situation?"
"Well," Emma hesitated. She didn't want to drop this load of bad news on J.T. right now. Not on this wonderful night. "No, we haven't told her yet."
Finally at their last stop, Emma and J.T. pulled up to their old Degrassi School.
"Wow," Emma said, thinking of how long it had been. "Amazing."
"You most certainly are," J.T. said. Emma smiled and playfully pushed him in the shoulder. He laughed and then sobered up.
"Seriously, Emma, you are amazing. You are the most amazing, best, and wonderful thing that has ever happened to me."
J.T. then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black box. He dropped to his knee and popped the box open. Emma gasped as her gaze fell upon the most beautiful ring she had ever seen.
"And that is why I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Emma, will you marry me?"