The doorbell rang and Emma shot up from the couch. "Ill get it!" she screamed as she smoothed out her pants. She opened the door
and to her surprise, there stood Peter, with dozens of red roses. "Em, look I am sure you already have you mind made up about this
whole Wasega thing, but please hear me out, if there is anything I have done to contribute to your feelings please, please forgive me."
Peters eyes looked straight into hers and she noticed the longing in his voice. "Peter, I am sorry, if I led you on, there's just, I guess you
could say- um history between me and a friend there, and I think if I go there it might help me clear up a few things" Emma didn't want
to hurt Peter, but she didn't think he would take it this hard, oh great, another thing she was wrong about. "That school is cursed, and
I'm sick of putting up with the stuff that goes on there." Emma said, why did things have to be this hard? Why couldn't she just say
goodbye and leave? "Well then, I guess you're not the person I thought you were!" "Excuse me?" She felt like she was dreaming this
whole thing, with Sean, and Peter now. Peter who was still standing at the door babbling on about how she "was running away from her
issues" when Emma got the sudden urge to shut the door in his face. So she did.
After Peter left Emma went into her bedroom, this time locking the door. She picked up the phone and walked over to her bed,
deciding whether to call him, or not call him. She laid her head down on the pillow and sighed, dialing each number slowly, once it
started to ring she regretted calling him, but before she could hang up a voice came up on the other end. "Emma?" "Sean?" The guy on
the other line chuckled, this obviously wasn't Sean. "This is Tracker, Sean isn't here right now, Ill have him call from his cell." Tracker's
voice reminded her of the fights, funny how one thing can do that to you. "No, its okay, just tell him I called when he gets home" "umm"
Tracker started to mumble "I think he wants to talk to you, so yeahhh" Emma sat up and quickly said "Okaybye" before hanging up.
What the hell was his problem? Was this another one of his stupid little Yah ordeals from like grade 7. When she called he sounded like
he could care less, now he wanted to talk to her. Before she could get ahead of herself the phone rang, Emma jumped for it but then
decided to wait a couple rings so she didn't seem needy but her plan ended up backfiring and the machine answered it. She decided not
to pick it up. "Emma?" There it was, that voice that could break her into a million little pieces. "I'm on my way to see you, you and
Manny- assuming that's who the second person was- should be on your way to Wasega by tomorrow night. Look I have to go ill talk
to you later." It was done, she was moving to Wasega, but something in her gut told her that something was going to go wrong
tomorrow, and that sucked.