Again, Once More
SPOILER ALERT!
I will warn you all, right now, I don't live in Canada. I'm stuck in the US, with The-N. Although, I have recently viewed the new episodes, I haven't see all of the new episodes. My computer is a piece of junk…
I apologize in advance if my writing isn't accurate. I've read spoilers and episode summaries. I'm writing this to get the episodes out of my head (knowing The-N, I won't see them until summer... ). Yeah, I'm still writing this to get the episodes out of my head… So, I have an obsession! What is to you!
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi or CTV. I'm just a poor fan(atic).
Chapter 5) Muddled Thoughts and Shoe Conversations – Sorry, bad title!
Well, this is dull, thought Manny as she stared blankly at a few math worksheets. Emma had long since retired for the night, leaving Manny time to spare. After Spike and Snake had left the room, the three kids had attempted to finish the game with little luck.
Manny sighed sullenly. Emma had been acting distant recently. Like last year, realized Manny. Her boredom quickly faded to slight terror. No way. Not again! Emma couldn't be doing this again. Why would she do this?
Of course she had followed Emma's strict diet for about a week, but she didn't like it; she hadn't been happy. Manny could not figure out why Emma had to starve to be happy. Manny was lost.
She sighed once more before deciding to get some sleep as well. Mr. Simpson had announced there would be a difficult quiz tomorrow. Many hoped she would be able to sleep with Emma's disgustingly loud music. For the life of her Manny was unable to fathom why her friend had taken to listening to loud music while sleeping.
In the end, it turned out that Manny had spent more time staring restlessly at the ceiling, than actually sleeping.
The alarm's shrill pitch sounded through out the dark room. A hand mysteriously reached out from beneath a plethora of covers to slam, unmercifully, upon the machine. Just five more minutes you damn thing… thought Emma sourly as her sleep-fogged mind acknowledged the alarm's ring.
And so the girl slept deeply, until once more the alarm rang to life.
"Alright! I'm up!" Emma very nearly screamed as she, once more, punched the 'off' button. There had been no morning run for her. After her mother's warning, Emma did not dare. She would have to think of something new, a new exercise routine. The thought of becoming physically unfit chilled Emma to her bones. Physically unfit was merely a nice way of saying 'fat'. Fat was something Emma Nelson could not and would not become.
"Emma! Breakfast, and I will expect you up here eating within ten minutes!"
Emma groaned softly as she heard her mother's call. She's getting suspicious. The mysterious voice stated softly in a matter-of-fact manner. Emma almost wanted to reply, What should I do, then, but decided not to.
Emma stared at the curtain that separated her side and Manny's side of the room.
"Manny, are you up?" Emma called. Manny responded with an affirmation; Emma turned away and grabbed a pair of jeans. She hastily pulled them on. She quickly grabbed a matching shirt. After dressing and brushing her hair, Emma flopped down lazily on her unmade bed. She reached under her bed and fished out what looked like a photograph album.
If there was an answer to her current dilemma, Emma concluded it had to be in this book. This book, in particular, held vast information from various pro-ana websites. Looking at the information, anyone could tell that the House of ED was her favorite site.
After skimming her "Tips and Tricks" page, Emma still felt clueless as to get out of eating. The tips were good, really good, if nobody knew about her eating disorder. She could hide her food n her napkin, but that option was very risky. She did not want to get caught, but she could not eat.
Spit the food out in your cup; you have no choice. I'm with you. Emma sighed, resigned. If she had to, she would. She had to keep in control.
"Emma (insert middle name 1) Nelson! It's been twenty minutes!" Emma tossed the book underneath her bed while she grabbed her backpack and purse. She vaguely realized that Manny had already gone upstairs. She sighed in reminisce. It had been easier hiding this in the summer as there had been no structured mealtimes. She could have easily woken up at one or two in the afternoon without being questioned on breakfast, or the lack there of.
Emma headed up the stairs. She would have to do her best to hide her "unusual" eating habits, especially if her parents were suspicious.
"Sorry, Mom, my hair was being a pain," Emma stated with a small laugh at the end. Breakfast had begun.
"Mom, where is the duct tape?" asked Emma as she meticulously scraped her dishes into the garbage. Christine looked up, but Archie responded first.
"I'm afraid you can't use it, I need it to fix up the plaster in your bedroom." Emma nodded slightly in agreement at his remark, but desperation quickly won. She needed, but a small amount. Surely, she reasoned, Archie could spare a tiny bit…
"I know, Archie, but my shoes have holes. I want to tape them up, because it's wet and muddy and gross…" Before Archie could respond, Christine asked,
"Why didn't you tell me, Em? If you come shopping with me tomorrow, we can stop at a shoe store." Emma repressed a sigh at her mother's comment. Even with Archie's salary, they didn't have a lot of money to spend on frivolous items.
"But, you said your shoes had holes in them…" And I didn't want to bug you, thought Emma silently. Christine stared at her daughter, concerned. Yeah, they didn't have a lot of money, but Emma obviously needed shoes.
"Emma, she stated pointedly, "You need shoes; we'll go shopping tomorrow. Retail therapy!" Emma smiled slightly, before excusing herself. 2
Once reaching her room, Emma let the tears come. Why she was so upset, Emma did not know. They're just shoes, she told herself amidst tears. She would not bawl like a baby because her mother was going to buy her a pair of shoes.
Why am I crying? She thought between another flood of tears. Frustration overwhelmed her. The last time she had cried like this was before Grade 7 when that Jordan guy almost raped her. Shoes, she thought bitterly, could not be that important.
1 What on Earth is Emma's middle name? f anybody knows, I'd really appreciate it if you would let me know!
2 I'm guessing Snake works in a hair salon of sorts. In one episode, Snake mentions that she made "good tips", in Our Lips Are Sealed, she is working in a mall, and in a Degrassi Junior High/High episode, I think Snake's Mom worked in a hair salon. Family business, perhaps? If I'm wrong, please let me know!
Sorry for not updating sooner, I had a bit of writer's block. But here's the 5th chapter. I hope you all enjoy!