Hey again. Chapter 7 is up. Don't worry, the next two chapters are much better, but hope you enjoy this chapter too. Please read and review. Might be some spelling errors… I do not own any of the characters you recognize. Unfortunately… Chapter 7 Television, the true mirror of our lives.

There was no one at the nurse's office when Warren and I arrived. (Warren and I, sounds great doesn't it…) That made me VERY happy. If Emma had hit me now, shiver, you might as well get some chalk. To mark were my body lay…

Warren knocked on the door and an old and small lady opened the door. She made a little strange sound when she saw me.

"You must be Taylor Cadwell; Couch Boomer said you were coming." she removed her self from the door so that Warren and I could walk inside. I sat down on the white bed in the middle of the room.

"What a nice boyfriend you have that followed you all the way here. And handsome he was too!" she said and turned to but on a pair of plastic cloves. I looked at Warren that didn't do anything but to blush and look away. I opened my mouth to say that he wasn't my boyfriend, but not a sound came, and since Warren didn't say anything… Oh my God, Warren didn't say any thing! But why? Hm…

"Ouch, that doesn't look too good… I think it will be a couple of scars." she said and looked closely at my face.

"That's what Warren said too."

"Handsome and smart. Hold on to him, there is girls out there that'll do anything to get a guy like that."

I tried to smile at her but it became a grimace in stead. Yeah and I have brushes enough to prove it I thought.

She cleaned my cheek and leg before she bandaged it. (My leg not my cheek. Horror, I'd look like a freaking mummy!) And than gave me a pair of crutches.

"You sure gave that other girl, Miss Mendes, a hit she'll remember I think." said Nurse Spex and removed her cloves.

I looked confused at her. "What do you mean?"

"You gave her a hit on the nose, remember? Well the doctors said that it was so bad that they had to take her to the hospital!" she said with a small laugh. Gee, I'm stronger than I thought! "She will be gone for a couple of weeks at the least!"

(15 painful minutes later…)

"A couple of weeks?" asked Jamie for the fifth time after I had returned to Mr. Medulla's class. Were Jamie, Jordan and I worked together in a group.

"Yes, her nose was too broken for Nurse Spex to fix it. I feel a bit guilty though, it's my fault she ended up in a hospital…"

"Hey, think positive. You don't have to worry about her stealing Warren from you for over two weeks and I bet that she have forgotten the whole thing when she comes back." comforted Jordan, adding a few words to her essay.

"And they say violence doesn't solve anything!" they agreed and lay the conversation on ice.

We were writing an essay about our home country, but unlike Jamie that had written two words and I that had written 2000 words, Jordan was only half done with over 9000 words. She was always adding small details and words that would sound more professional. In the end of the class when I had managed to write 2300 words Jordan had written 9500.

"Are you even considering finishing your essay?" I asked on our way out to the bus. Jordan's yellow shirt was blinding me in the sun so I had to look away.

"Sure, I have about… 2000 words left I guess." my jaw dropped.

"In that case you can have mine. It's about 2000 words." I said but my voice broke.

"Taylor, mixing up countries is not allowed. Unless you're from two countries of course, and it's a self-supporting essay, you're supposed to write it alone. And I don't think Medulla would be impressed either."

"Like his gona read the whole thing. I'll bet anything that he'll stop after the first 3000 words." She shook her head and stepped in to the bus. It was harder for me of course since I had crouches but I managed it after a while.

The bus started up but I didn't even notice the fall and the horrible landing as it happened. I was only thinking about Warren… No surprise though, Nurse Spex had called him my boyfriend and he didn't even react! No I rather get my hart dug out by a spoon than be her boyfriend or no fingers of Taylor will ever touch me as long as I live. You are right, Warren doesn't talk like that at all, but it's my imagination I can think what ever I bloody want. I wonder what's up with men anyway. First they tell you you're heaven on earth, than they throw their self in some other poor girls' arms. Well, I haven't been through it yet but I've seen it on TV. And one thing I've found about the magic of television is that TV is the true mirror of our lives, which scares the living hell out of me.

I wonder what Emma does right now. Perhaps she's having a grotesque operation and when she comes back from the hospital; her face would be covered up in badgers and her face would look all messy. Not lightly, but a girl can dream can't she?

Our yellow living room seemed so much brighter when I entered it, but at the same time darker. Like, when it's snowing in the dark. Oh, I didn't know guilt could affect the way you look at thinks! Not even the picture of mom over the book shelf looked happy; in fact it looked like she was disappointed at me. I looked closer, it seemed as though she was trying to tell me something. The word 'apologize' appeared in my head. (It's weird how words can just pop up in your head!)

"No way!" I told the picture. But it kept looking at me with sad eyes. I came to a conclusion, which will break my pride for ever!

"The picture is right, the stupidity must end…" I told my self. I had to apologize to Emma, just as the picture told me to. Creepy, yet true…

I must do it or I will never sleep well again, I must.

I ran over to the phone but just as I was about to pick it up, I drew back.

"But there is always tomorrow…"