Chapter Two - Emerson.
I watched as the dreamy Silas laughed as one of his football team mates made some stupid gesture of someone. The soggy ham sandwich in front of him remained untouched, so as my too salty spaghetti.
Im just not hungry anymore. I'm not craving for the large size blueberry muffin from that adorable cafe at Monroe Street or that creamy strawberry pie our neighbour, Mrs Carpenter, always bake for us.
All I want right now is the gorgeous Silas Freemann she's been crushing on since year 6.
The cafeteria was packed with students, talking, laughing, stuffing themselves with the menu today, Ham sandwich, spaghetti or Onion and Beef Burger. Unfortunately, it doesnt taste as good as it sounds.
Behind all the uproarious surrounding, Silas still stood out. He's perfect. Stunning ocean blue eyes, the cute small nose and the locks of blonde hair framing his charming face.
"Em! please tell me you're joking. He's Silas Freemann!" Margo, my bestfriend said. Her blue eyes filled with doubts, and thanks to that, my stomach starts churning nervously. My agenda today was to ask Silas Freemann to the prom.
He will say yes. He will say yes. Then I will wear that pretty pink dress from my mom's collection.
I'm beautiful. Maybe, if I'm 30 pounds lighter, then I will classified myself as beautiful. Maybe..i'm cute?
Besides, Silas was still available. He still havent got a date, and I have to work fast as prom was in a few days. But then..what if he just got a date, maybe that sexy cheerleader, Tatianna, whose sitting way too close beside him in the Top Ranking Table.
Come to think of it, Tatianna just ate the Onion and Beef Burger. Boy, Silas must have a hard time breathing with Tatianna contaminating his space with her stinky Onion smell.
Okay, where were we. Yes. Silas, Prom. Now or never. I force myself up but only to find Margo gripping my arm firmly. She shook her head slowly. "Don't do this," she said.
I sighed.
"Look Marg.. I appreciate what you did but I really want you to stop right now. Cause this is my decision, whatever happens, I'm gonna take it all in, okay?"
Margo looked worried but she loosen her grip then hesistantly smiled and say "Go for it girl."
I smiled. Then I looked at the Top Ranking Table, trying my best to step out of my fear and collect my courage.
The Top Ranking Table consist of Silas and the entire football jocks, Tatianna and her giggling cheeleaders, Maia Soreyy, The Queen Bee and her boyfriend, Chaz Jones, whose also the school body president and her posh bestfriend, Felicia Stone. We called the table, Top Ranking since it belongs to the popular people in school. No one dares even to stand close to the table.
I breathed in and make one small step after another towards the dominant table.
I could feel eyes and whispers as i'm getting nearer. I took a second to look back at Margo whose giving me a thumbs up, trying her best to smile encouragingly.
The loud Top Ranking Table abruptly stopped as I step close to Silas.
All of them looked at me with curiousity.
"Yes?" asked a sweet but icey voice that belongs to Maia Sorrey whose in Chaz's arm.
Suddenly, I couldnt even say anything. "What is it sweetheart?" asked another icey voice from Felicia.
"I..i..i just..wanna..ask..S-S-Silas to the p-prom" Finally its out.
"Oohhh" the table chanted. The football team chuckling, Maia whispers something to Chaz then burst out laughing and the cheerleaders giggling in a strange identical tone.
Silas, noticing his name being mentioned moved his blue eyes to me. "Whats your name?" he asked.
"Em..Emerson Kavanagh" I said, almsot out of breath. Oh my god, Silas Freemann just asked my name.
"Pretty name," he said. I could imagine it now, he's gonna say yes. I'm gonna wear that pink dress and he will put his arm around me as we danced.
Silas scratched his head. "Look..i dont know how to say this but..."
"What?"
"Youre just..uncompatible with me, woah! where does that come from?" he high fived Chaz, smiling proudly.
"So..Emily.."
"Emerson," I corrected.
"Whatever, i'm going with Tatianna," he linked his arms around the cheerleader who said, "Sorry, Jumbo, you're just too huge for him."
The table burst out laughing. So as the other tables around me.
Humiliated, I ran out of the cafeteria to the girls bathroom.
It's empty. I looked at myself in the mirror. Shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. The oversize sweather wraps my large figure decently, as I could still see the visible fats pouring out.
"I'm hideous," I whispered to myself and finally let my tears flows down my cheeks.
A few months later.
The same green eyes stared back at me, now with longer brown hair. The flowery blouse hugs my body perfectly and so as the long flowy skirt.
I stepped on the weighing scale. 53kg. Extremely different from the weight I was before.
She's gone. Emerson Jumbo was gone. Silas Freemann, Tatianna, Maia, Chaz and the memories fades away everytime I looked at myself in the mirror. I'm nothing like before.
"Em! We're waiting!" I heard Charlotte yelled from downstairs.
"COMING! GEEZ!"
I took a last glance at my room, closed the door and dashed downstairs.
Charlotte is already in her designer coat, her blonde hair tied up in a neat bun and the chandelier earings completes her look. Eventhough her clothes looks fabulous, theres always something that seems to be missing. Maybe her piercing green eyes and mouth that seems to be tight all the time.
Both of us have the same height, we're actually kinda tall. Charlotte inherits Mom's blonde hair and boring expression while I have Dad's brown hair. Mom lives in Ranchestor Heights, one of the elite places to shop and everything costs a fortune. Dad passed away when I was 10 and Charlotte was 14 because of cancer. He was a kind and lovable father, always cheering me up with junkfood when the kids being mean to me and I would cry on his shoulder. He always helped me out when Charlotte or mom insults me and my figure. When he's gone. It was a huge loss.
We locked the front door and I went into Charlotte's red BMW convertible that smells like red roses. Her favaurite scent.
Before that, Charlotte apply herself another layer of red lipstick. Then she looked at my clothing. "I never understand how you dress up. And that blouse is so odd," she shook her head disapprovingly.
"Its bohemian!"
"Bohemian or not, mom's gonna kill you. And do you gain? When's the last time you work out?"
I didnt answer as I am tired of arguing with her in this time of day. Charlotte works out a lot. Like extremely a lot. We went to mom's fancy apartment all the time, sometimes at her office or studio. Did I mention my mom is a fashion designer? And Charlotte is one of her models and advisor?
Mom always loves Charlotte more. She despise my taste in clothing and my figure. Its just because I'm different, i'm not into posh and classy wears. I'm more laid back and sometimes I can wear a whole outfit that only cost $10. My sister once tried my $5 boots from the thrift shop saying her new boyfriend is into Jessica Simpson, she went out the whole evening with the boots. When she's home, I finally told her about the boots. She then took it off crazily. "What if it belongs to Lindsay Lohan? She's a drug addict."
I feel like face palming myself everytime I remember her say that. As if drug addicts were HIV patients.
"And why do you choose GIOA? Out of all the college, it's too far and I heard they serve cheese burgers instead of salads," my sister now argues about my choice of college. Greyham Institution Of Art is 4 hours away from my neighbourhood and Ranchestor.
"What is it in GIOA that makes you so sure," she said, driving into the highway in moderate speed.
To get away from you and mom.
"and dont even mention about the.." I cut her off by saying
"Do you know, talking while draving can actually make your cheeks expands? You dont wanna look like big face Esmerelda right?" I said in a very calm and bored face.
My sister shuts up right away when her fellow big face model friend was put as an example.
She actually bought the whole talking n driving theory. Yes. My sister is that dumb to believe it.
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Heyya! Thank you for reading 2 of our first chapter. And I apologize if there's any grammar mistakes or typos. I can be very careless sometimes. Anyways I hope you love Emerson just as much Alexis cause both of them were obviously not in the same page.
Lots of love, devondonovan :)
