I feel like I haven't updated this story in a while, but it's only been a few days. Countdown for Season 3 of Once Upon a Time- Two months and one day!
A stream of sunlight filled my room as I opened my eyes. Normally, when I woke up on school mornings, the sunlight would barely be visible over the thick extent of white, puffy clouds. And thanks to David's voice acting as an alarm clock, I would be up just as the sunrays hit the shadow of my bedroom curtains, but today was different. It felt different.
My head was still foggy from the lack of sleep I got since I spent most of my night trying to decipher Calculus problems, write a single paragraph essay about 'To Kill a Mocking Bird', the book we had to read over the summer vacation, and answer twenty chemistry questions that we supposedly knew from last year, so when I turned to read the numbers blinking on my phone, they swirled around and around, not letting me read them. I rubbed my eyes, grabbed my glasses, and looked back at my phone. The numbers blinked twelve 'o clock in the afternoon.
I jumped out of bed, but the sudden pound of a never-ending headache held me back, making me cringe my teeth and grip the doorknob tightly. When the pain lessened, I grabbed some clothes from my dresser and stumbled into the bathroom, closing the door with a loud SLAM behind me. I stared into the mirror hanging above the sink vanity, trying to tell myself that who I saw wasn't me. I looked horrible, not worse than yesterday night, but still unappealing.
The green mass of my eyes, for one, was clouded with dark circles that would soon be invisible once I put concealer over them. I tried blinking a few times to see if the circles was just something of my imagination, but I was wrong; they were really there. My blonde hair, sticking up from all angles, was matted and falling apart from the bun I managed to wrap it in last night, while my skin looked paler than usual. I backed up, just enough so I could see my whole body in the little bathroom mirror, and gasped. As I lifted up my black tank top, I placed my hand on my stomach. It usually was a flat surface, but now a little bump stuck out, making my breath catch into my chest. "There's really a kid in there..." I whispered to myself.
After I took a hot, fifteen minute-long shower, I trailed down the metal stairs and found myself in the kitchen, raiding the refrigerator. My appetite in the morning usually wasn't this huge, but then I figured that the kid inside my stomach needed food to grow. I was chugging down a carton of milk when someones soft footsteps approached me with an amused grin. "Someone's hungry," David observed, watching as I finished off the creamy, thick goodness.
I bent over to look into the fridge and took out a bowl of fruit. "I'm frickin' starving," I dug into the drawers next to the fridge and pulled out a fork, sticking it into the juicy watermelon.
"I can see that," He laughed, closing the drawer I opened and leaning against it. "Didn't you eat last night at Neal's house? No, wait, I saw you scarfing down a bag of pretzels at one in the morning while you were doing you homework. By the way, what time did you end up going to sleep?"
My mouth polished off the watermelon as I pulled out an apple, biting into it seconds later. "Around two thirty- three o'clock," I replied, raising my eyebrows at him. "Why do you care?"
"'Cause someone like you needs to get nine hours of sleep or else they get... bitchy," David remarked, still smirking as I threw the core of my apple into the trash. "Really bitchy, I might add."
"Well, you can prepare yourself for the bitch because I only got eight hours of sleep," I stated, running my fingers through my hair as I pulled it back into a neat ponytail.
David craned his neck back, looking up at the ceiling. "Oh, great," He mumbled, than looked at the clock above the stove. "You know your missing school, right?" His blue eyes locked with my green eyes, his twinkling while mine were fierce.
"Yeah," I answered, turning away from my father. "And your probably going to make me go in, am I right?" I felt a rush of wind blow past me, watching as David grabbed his car keys, shrugged on his coat, and threw me my leather jacket.
He opened the door for me and grinned. "Now, what kind of parent would I be if I didn't make my child go into school?" I grabbed my backpack and gave his shoulder a playful bump as I moved past him and into the hall.
"An awesome one," I muttered under my breath, feeling his hand on my shoulder guide me towards his old, beaten down pick up truck.
We drove in silence, the only sound that we both heard was of something rattling around in the bed of the truck. I didn't understand why David was making me go into school, other than the fact that he wanted to annoy me, because I only had an hour and forty-five minutes of classes left, and I already missed the most important classes. I had lunch, study hall, gym, and film studies left, which was the easiest and most boring classes that I was scheduled to have. I didn't mention the fact that my headache returned or how I felt weak, but I also didn't want to tell David that the reason I had the headache and felt weak was because I was pregnant. Did my father already know I was pregnant? Was he not talking about it to keep it at a minimum?
The truck pulled up to the front of the school, making me groan silently. "Have a good afternoon at school, Emma." David kidded, throwing a wink in his sentence. "I can pick you up at two if you want or is Neal driving you home?"
"Actually, Neal and I were going to stop at the library, to search around for colleges and apartments for next year." I replied slowly, not knowing if I should tell David my plans about moving to Tallahassee with Neal. He seemed to deflated a little, for reasons involving college and apartments. "I know I haven't told you this, but Neal and I were planning to go out-of-state for college..." I blurted out, opening the door and dragging my backpack along with me. Why did I just say that?
David leaned over to look at me through the opened window. "Out of state where?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Emma-..."
"You know, we should really talk about this at home tonight. Like you said, I have to get to class." I started to interrupt, walking away from the roaring engine. David's eyes drilled holes into my leather jacket, making me feel uncomfortable with the situation I was in. Glancing over my shoulder, I yelled something that I regretted almost instantly, "And, David... I'm pregnant." I didn't know what made me tell him the secret I've been hiding, but I did, and it felt like a great burden was lifted off of me.
He froze, his hand on the steering wheel. "WHAT?" But before he could say another word, I ran off into the school, my blonde ponytail flapping around my back.