I woke up and it was 8:00 a.m. I could hear my godmother snoring in the other room, I don't know how my godfather is able to handle it. I laid in my bed and looked around my room. Many people (well, girls), when they turn thirteen, will clear out their room of any childish memories. Layla did, she actually had me come and help. It was kinda sad getting rid of the Barbies we used to spend hours on end playing with. After she turned nine, she shoved them under her bed, but the day that Layla turned thirteen, they were gone. I couldn't bring myself to clear out my room, I liked it. It was my room, my escape from reality. I had decided that I wouldn't clear out old memories, I would only add new ones.
I had asked my mom if we could invite the family over again this year. I just had to start off my fourteenth year perfectly. They were all to arrive around 10 or 11 a.m., except my godparents, who came out yesterday morning. I told Layla and Tom to drop by sometime, so that should be good. Of course, one thing that I was debating was inviting Greg, but then I stopped and thought about him laughing at me all those times and being a jerk and kissing me when he had no right to, and I put the phone back down.
So, of course, the plan was a total bust. I really wanna give up, but I just can't bring myself to. Never give up on something you can't go a day without thinking about. So, I'm not gonna give up, but its so hard because there is no use! I am scared of saying the wrong thing or getting angry or anything like that, and I never get nervous with boys! Never ever! Then I think of that girl, Julie, and I give a little shiver. Ugh, horrible memories.
I got out of bed and wrapped the blanket around me as I sat down on the bench below my window. I could see runners coming by, their breath panting and their feet pounding. I saw the head of a deer pop out of a bush and look around frantically before dashing across the street into another persons yard. I saw birds fly above my line of sight, and I tilted my head upward to see them better. I closed my eyes and listened to the chirping of the birds, and then I heard pounding of another runners feet. I opened my eyes and pressed my face against the window to get a closer look, and I realized it was Sam. I saw him turn into our driveway and turn his iPod off before disappearing below me. I threw my blanket off and ran down the stairs to greet him at the door. As soon as I caught his eye I broke into a sprint and ran into his arms. Sam lifted me high into the air, my head grazing the chandelier in the front hallway. He put me down and laughed.
"You may be thirteen now but you're still very light!" Sam said, then brushed past me into the kitchen.
"Nice shirt by the way," he said, smiling at me and biting into a banana.
I looked down at my worn in Gators shirt, I slept in it almost every night.
"I'm not thirteen yet," I said, breaking into a grin. Everyone busts me because I refuse to say I'm a year older until I really am.
"9:07 a.m. I will be thirteen," I said, and turned around to face my mom and dad with a plate of birthday waffles.
Gosh how I loved birthdays.
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I pulled on a pair of denim bermudas and a turquoise and white striped t-shirt while happily humming to myself. I heard the grandfather clock strike 9:00 a.m. and my stomach churned a little. I finished tying the laces on my sneakers and went downstairs to sit on the deck. I could smell food in the kitchen and hear the phone ringing, family asking for our address again. The Tree cast shadow on a part of the yard, but ended because of the lake we have. My mom had been so excited about putting that in. We have these fish in there that she takes care of in the summer, and then they hibernate for the winter. Its actually really pretty and really clean. There are two big rocks next to it that Greg and I used to go and sit on while we dipped our feet in the water.
Greg. Ugh, he is always coming up, probably because he was such a big part of my past, my childhood. Well, in T-minus 3 minutes, I will be a teenager, and none of that will matter anymore. I will be positive. Today will be a good day. Its my thirteenth birthday for crying out loud, I will enjoy it. I came inside and saw the oven clock say 9:07 a.m. My mom came over and hugged me and my godmother yelled, "You're thirteen now, no more Happy Meals!"
I chuckled to myself, and Sam yelled over her, "Thirteen is an unlucky number! Emily is unlucky now!"
No, Emily is a happy, normal teenage girl now.
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Things were actually going really well. I was very pleased with my gifts and Layla and Tom and I were having a great time together. We were sitting outside eating and my stomach churned. I glanced over at The Tree and felt it calling me over. Layla seemed to notice because her eyes went all big and scary looking and she shook her head from side to side urgently. I bit my lip and thought for a second, before looking at her and nodding my head just as urgently. I did the same as last year, banged my knife against my glass and got everyone's attention.
"Now, I know that last year didn't start off too great," I began, and let everyone have their moment to chuckle, "but this year is different. This year, I will climb The Tree. So, lets get a move on now!"
My family whispered, but they all got up. My dog trotted along beside me, and as we reached The Tree, I patted his head, then turned to face everyone. I flashed a thumbs-up signal, and began my journey. I would describe what it was like, but all I really remember was the pounding in my head and my chest.
But it gets better.
This journey, was successful. Everyone crowded around me, hugging and clapping me on the back. My dad had filmed the whole thing, and was now trying to contact Channel 5 News. Those who had already congratulated me stepped aside, until there was one person left.
Greg.
According to Tom (who told me this later on), Greg showed up right before my journey up The Tree began. I must have been so nervous I didn't see him.
I awkwardly stood there, looking at him, before he reached out and hugged me.
"I'm so sorry Emily, you have no idea how horrible it has been without you. I was a jerk, and I can totally understand if you don't--"
"Greg," I cut him off, releasing myself from him,"come on."
I grabbed his hand and turned around to face the lake. The sun was setting now, and the sky was a gorgeous mix of purple, orange, yellow, pink, and turquoise. We walked towards the lake, hand in hand, and only released hands to untie our shoes. I sat on my rock and he sat on his. Then he grabbed my hand again, and we sat there in silence, and that was enough for me.
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Megan
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
The Thirteenth Year of Emily John- July
"Layla," I called from my room, "I need that photo album, rope, and a cinnamon bun pronto!"
"Why do you need a cinnamon bun?" she asked, as I typed away on my laptop.
"Make that two cinnamon buns," I called out, clicking the send button on my laptop.
"You still didn't answer my question," she said, clearly getting irritated.
"Layla, the plan is in action in T-minus 4 hours! You need to move!" I yelled, opening up Google Earth.
I heard her groan, and then go storming off into the kitchen opening the box of cinnamon buns. I, unlike other people (*cough cough* Layla), was completely and totally focused on getting this plan to work. I am the sort of person where once I put my mind towards something, it happens. Usually, not quite the way I picture it, but it happens. Layla came back upstairs, holding in her hand my photo album and a plate with two cinnamon buns.
"Layla, where is the rope?" I asked, biting my lip and trying to perfectly adjust my view on Tom's backyard.
"I couldn't find it," she said, placing the photo album and plate on my desk.
"Go look downstairs in my Dad's workshop, there should definitely be rope there," I said, grabbing one of the cinnamon buns off of the plate.
"Hey," she whined, "I thought those were for the plan!"
"They are," I said, taking another bite, "Because a part of the plan is keeping me satisfied. Now go!"
Layla left the room, and my phone rang at about the same time. I put my cinnamon bun down and licked my fingers before grabbing the phone. It was Tom. He spoke to me as I rotated the camera that shows his backyard on Google Earth. As he spoke, I also dropped a pin on each important mark. This had to work, I thought, as we said good bye and he wished me luck. Layla came back with the rope just as I finished my cinnamon bun. We wrapped the other one up and double checked our checklist before leaving the house.
T-minus 3 hours now. Just 3 more hours.
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Tom and Layla sat on his deck while blowing up all of the inflatable pool toys while I tested out the rope, just to make sure it was securely fastened to the tree. I then tied the other end to the top ring in my photo album, and practiced lowering it. I checked to make sure the note was in the photo album, then I bundled it all up and placed it on the branch where the rope was tied to. I then put the cinnamon bun in its special hiding place, just so no one would take it. The pool party starts in 15 minutes.
"T-minus 15 minutes, over," I said into my walkie talkie, before hiding it in the bush next to the diving board.
Layla and Tom came down with the last of the pool toys, and then we all gathered around the site of the plan.
"Time to review," I said, as I stared into the eager eyes of Layla and Tom."
"Right before the diving contest starts, Layla will go to the secret hiding place and retrieve the cinnamon bun. She will then bring it over to Greg, who will be standing by that tree over there. Tom, be sure he is standing by that tree when Layla goes to the secret hiding spot. When she brings it to Greg, she will say, 'Enjoy your cinnamon bun and watch the divers.' After that, Layla will climb to the top of the tree where the rope and photo album are sitting. Be prepared to lower it. After I have done my dive, Tom will say something, anything, to Greg about me. Layla, after he says something about me, and something good, you will lower the photo album. Tom will then say, 'Hey Greg, how about we check this out.' You guys will look through the entire thing, and when Greg gets to the back where the note is, be sure he reads it. Give me the signal Tom, after he is done. I will take care of the rest. You guys got it?" I asked.
They nodded in agreement.
"Be sure your walkie talkies are on at all times so we can contact one another," I said as the first guests started to arrive.
"Lets do this," Tom said, as he left to greet them all.
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The diving contest was about to start. I looked over at Tom and gave him the signal. He nodded back towards me, and I saw him lead Greg over to the tree. On instinct, Layla went to the secret hiding place and came back with the cinnamon bun. She said something to him, and he looked at Tom. Tom shrugged and leaned back against one side of the tree. Greg did the same and started eating his cinnamon bun. Tom's older brother announced the start of the diving contest, and all us divers lined up. I was very nervous. I looked over at the tree and saw Layla resting upon it, ready to lower the photo album. I adjusted my bikini straps again, and stretched my legs and arms out. I looked over at the tree again and saw that Greg was happy. I knew the cinnamon bun was a nice touch. Its his favorite food, so its a great way to suck up to him. Paul was in front of me, and he ran and did his dive, a can-opener. People cheered and the girls sitting next to the pool shrieked because they got wet. I heard Tom's brother announce my name, and I stepped up to the diving board.
Everything went in slow motion after that. Everyone knew I was famous for my "Uber Double Backwards Flip Dive", as I like to call it. I would do a back-flip twice in midair, and then arch my back in a backwards dive. This was the moment we had all been waiting for. I walked to the end of the diving board and turned around, did my first jump, then my second, and on my third, I was in the air. I did my first back-flip and my second back-flip. I heard shrieks as I arched my back, although it was probably everyone's shock that I had nailed it so perfectly this time. As I hit the water, I smiled, because the plan was going to be ten times better now. I surfaced the water and put my hands up in victory, a big smile on my face. It only lasted for a second, because everyone started laughing and pointing at me. Was it that bad I thought? I thought it was pretty good, until I looked down and didn't see my bright aqua bikini top. Well, that's a lie. I did see it, laying at the bottom of the pool. I immediately ducked my self underwater and turned bright red. I looked over at the tree and saw Greg in hysterics while Layla and Tom were in complete shock. I swam over to the edge of the pool and grabbed my towel, covering myself and running to the bush. I grabbed the walkie talkie with my other hand, and screamed into it, "Abort plan, repeat, abort!" Tom scrambled to his feet and Layla jumped off the tree, instantly dropping the rope and scrapbook. It fell on Greg's head, but he deserved it. She didn't even try to grab it back from him, because she was too busy being a good friend and chasing after me. When she caught up to me, I told her to go dive back in and get my bikini top while Tom's mom came out to me and pulled me in the house.
"Em!" I heard Greg call after me, but Tom just pushed him out.
Later that night, I was sitting in Layla's room watching Grown Ups when my phone rang. It was Tom.
Greg had read the note and wanted to see me.
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Hope that was a good cliff hanger for you all. Please spread the word and comment! One more posting (maybe). After August, I'll put up a poll asking...well, you'll see. By the way, the tree the photo album was on is not The Tree, in case there was confusion. Please keep coming back though! Thanks guys!
Megan
"Why do you need a cinnamon bun?" she asked, as I typed away on my laptop.
"Make that two cinnamon buns," I called out, clicking the send button on my laptop.
"You still didn't answer my question," she said, clearly getting irritated.
"Layla, the plan is in action in T-minus 4 hours! You need to move!" I yelled, opening up Google Earth.
I heard her groan, and then go storming off into the kitchen opening the box of cinnamon buns. I, unlike other people (*cough cough* Layla), was completely and totally focused on getting this plan to work. I am the sort of person where once I put my mind towards something, it happens. Usually, not quite the way I picture it, but it happens. Layla came back upstairs, holding in her hand my photo album and a plate with two cinnamon buns.
"Layla, where is the rope?" I asked, biting my lip and trying to perfectly adjust my view on Tom's backyard.
"I couldn't find it," she said, placing the photo album and plate on my desk.
"Go look downstairs in my Dad's workshop, there should definitely be rope there," I said, grabbing one of the cinnamon buns off of the plate.
"Hey," she whined, "I thought those were for the plan!"
"They are," I said, taking another bite, "Because a part of the plan is keeping me satisfied. Now go!"
Layla left the room, and my phone rang at about the same time. I put my cinnamon bun down and licked my fingers before grabbing the phone. It was Tom. He spoke to me as I rotated the camera that shows his backyard on Google Earth. As he spoke, I also dropped a pin on each important mark. This had to work, I thought, as we said good bye and he wished me luck. Layla came back with the rope just as I finished my cinnamon bun. We wrapped the other one up and double checked our checklist before leaving the house.
T-minus 3 hours now. Just 3 more hours.
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Tom and Layla sat on his deck while blowing up all of the inflatable pool toys while I tested out the rope, just to make sure it was securely fastened to the tree. I then tied the other end to the top ring in my photo album, and practiced lowering it. I checked to make sure the note was in the photo album, then I bundled it all up and placed it on the branch where the rope was tied to. I then put the cinnamon bun in its special hiding place, just so no one would take it. The pool party starts in 15 minutes.
"T-minus 15 minutes, over," I said into my walkie talkie, before hiding it in the bush next to the diving board.
Layla and Tom came down with the last of the pool toys, and then we all gathered around the site of the plan.
"Time to review," I said, as I stared into the eager eyes of Layla and Tom."
"Right before the diving contest starts, Layla will go to the secret hiding place and retrieve the cinnamon bun. She will then bring it over to Greg, who will be standing by that tree over there. Tom, be sure he is standing by that tree when Layla goes to the secret hiding spot. When she brings it to Greg, she will say, 'Enjoy your cinnamon bun and watch the divers.' After that, Layla will climb to the top of the tree where the rope and photo album are sitting. Be prepared to lower it. After I have done my dive, Tom will say something, anything, to Greg about me. Layla, after he says something about me, and something good, you will lower the photo album. Tom will then say, 'Hey Greg, how about we check this out.' You guys will look through the entire thing, and when Greg gets to the back where the note is, be sure he reads it. Give me the signal Tom, after he is done. I will take care of the rest. You guys got it?" I asked.
They nodded in agreement.
"Be sure your walkie talkies are on at all times so we can contact one another," I said as the first guests started to arrive.
"Lets do this," Tom said, as he left to greet them all.
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The diving contest was about to start. I looked over at Tom and gave him the signal. He nodded back towards me, and I saw him lead Greg over to the tree. On instinct, Layla went to the secret hiding place and came back with the cinnamon bun. She said something to him, and he looked at Tom. Tom shrugged and leaned back against one side of the tree. Greg did the same and started eating his cinnamon bun. Tom's older brother announced the start of the diving contest, and all us divers lined up. I was very nervous. I looked over at the tree and saw Layla resting upon it, ready to lower the photo album. I adjusted my bikini straps again, and stretched my legs and arms out. I looked over at the tree again and saw that Greg was happy. I knew the cinnamon bun was a nice touch. Its his favorite food, so its a great way to suck up to him. Paul was in front of me, and he ran and did his dive, a can-opener. People cheered and the girls sitting next to the pool shrieked because they got wet. I heard Tom's brother announce my name, and I stepped up to the diving board.
Everything went in slow motion after that. Everyone knew I was famous for my "Uber Double Backwards Flip Dive", as I like to call it. I would do a back-flip twice in midair, and then arch my back in a backwards dive. This was the moment we had all been waiting for. I walked to the end of the diving board and turned around, did my first jump, then my second, and on my third, I was in the air. I did my first back-flip and my second back-flip. I heard shrieks as I arched my back, although it was probably everyone's shock that I had nailed it so perfectly this time. As I hit the water, I smiled, because the plan was going to be ten times better now. I surfaced the water and put my hands up in victory, a big smile on my face. It only lasted for a second, because everyone started laughing and pointing at me. Was it that bad I thought? I thought it was pretty good, until I looked down and didn't see my bright aqua bikini top. Well, that's a lie. I did see it, laying at the bottom of the pool. I immediately ducked my self underwater and turned bright red. I looked over at the tree and saw Greg in hysterics while Layla and Tom were in complete shock. I swam over to the edge of the pool and grabbed my towel, covering myself and running to the bush. I grabbed the walkie talkie with my other hand, and screamed into it, "Abort plan, repeat, abort!" Tom scrambled to his feet and Layla jumped off the tree, instantly dropping the rope and scrapbook. It fell on Greg's head, but he deserved it. She didn't even try to grab it back from him, because she was too busy being a good friend and chasing after me. When she caught up to me, I told her to go dive back in and get my bikini top while Tom's mom came out to me and pulled me in the house.
"Em!" I heard Greg call after me, but Tom just pushed him out.
Later that night, I was sitting in Layla's room watching Grown Ups when my phone rang. It was Tom.
Greg had read the note and wanted to see me.
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Hope that was a good cliff hanger for you all. Please spread the word and comment! One more posting (maybe). After August, I'll put up a poll asking...well, you'll see. By the way, the tree the photo album was on is not The Tree, in case there was confusion. Please keep coming back though! Thanks guys!
Megan
The Thirteenth Year of Emily John-June
I am once again the topic of everyones' discussions. I mean, can't they find anything else to talk about? Gosh. But, after I went running off the stage, I managed to stay hidden in the basement for a while, until Layla found me. She high-fived me, so I guess that means she thought Greg deserved it too.
I am getting a variety of looks from people in the hallways, some people turn their noses up in disgust, others slap me on the back shouting, "Good Job!" Whatever the reaction may be, it still makes me wonder, should I have really done that to the boy who I grew up knowing? Did I really destroy everything?
Today is our big 7th grade field trip, I am uber excited! We are going to a water park, which will be amazing. Layla and I have been looking forward to this all year, planning exactly which rides we will go on and how long we would be willing to wait in line. We even went shopping for swimsuits last weekend! I got an aqua two piece while Layla got a pink and orange two piece. Mine is a halter back and hers is racer back, but that isn't important at this moment. We just have been counting down forever for this day right here, because it will be the best day of our lives!
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We have been at the water park for about an hour, and things are going pretty well. I haven't fallen or broken anything yet, so all is well. I have managed to avoid Greg for the most part. I think I still like him, I don't quite know yet. There are so many other schools here today, so our plan isn't working out exactly how we planned, but it is still a lot of fun. We were getting inside of a tube to go down a water slide, and Layla and I were talking.
"You know Em, I think you may have completely ruined your chances with Greg, after slapping him, not that he didn't totally deserve it! But, I mean, well, he totally deserved the slapping. He was avoiding you for months and being a total jerk, that for him to just come out of nowhere and kiss you, expecting everything to be okay, that was totally wrong. So what will you do now?"
"Well," I said, adjusting my position in the water tube, "I think that the two of us just have to work it all out. We have to, and even if we don't end up boyfriend/girlfriend, I would at least like to go back to being friends."
"After this ride Emily, you should go and talk to him. Share your feelings over a water balloon fight for all I care, just talk to him. I can't stand to see your heart broken," Layla said, as she flipped her hair out of her face and grabbed the handle bars.
"I will," I said, after taking a deep breath. How hard could it be, I thought, as the operator of this ride pushed our tube down the slide.
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Here I am, walking over to Greg, ready to share my feelings. My heart is beating like mad, and I feel like I am going to pass out. I get over to him and take a deep breath.
"Hey Greg," I said, my voice going up and down.
"Uh, hey Em," he says, as a girl in an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini walked over to Greg and put her arm around his waist.
"Who's this?" I asked, clearly confused.
"Oh, um, she's a girl I met earlier this morning. Um, her name is Julie, and she goes to the other middle school in town," Greg said, putting his arm around her shoulders.
"Do you know her?" I asked, kinda/sorta shrieking.
"Now I do," Greg said, smiling at Julie. I glared at her. Who does she think she is taking away my Greg from me?!
I went storming back to Layla, giving a little finger wave and a forced smile. She then grabbed my hand and we went to the food hall, me stocking up on hot dogs and onion rings, and of course, Popsicle's. Layla meanwhile had a grilled cheese sandwich, and was nibbling it as she stared at me. I was fuming. Absolutely nothing was working out for me, and my mother thought that 12 was a lucky number! All that I can say is I cannot WAIT to turn 13, then I can put this whole year behind me.
But most of all, I was kinda sad. I mean, before any of this, Greg was my best friend and I was his. Now, I'm nothing to him. I have to find a way to fix this, and fast I thought as I shoved another onion ring in my mouth.
"Em, are you OK?" Layla asked, looking at me with concern.
"Layla, I have a plan," I said, cracking my knuckles and smiling.
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So so so so so so so so sorry it took so long for this to come up! Its summer now, so I will try and be better about posting. Please comment and tell your friends, because the story is almost over, Emily is almost 13! Thanks guys!
Megan
I am getting a variety of looks from people in the hallways, some people turn their noses up in disgust, others slap me on the back shouting, "Good Job!" Whatever the reaction may be, it still makes me wonder, should I have really done that to the boy who I grew up knowing? Did I really destroy everything?
Today is our big 7th grade field trip, I am uber excited! We are going to a water park, which will be amazing. Layla and I have been looking forward to this all year, planning exactly which rides we will go on and how long we would be willing to wait in line. We even went shopping for swimsuits last weekend! I got an aqua two piece while Layla got a pink and orange two piece. Mine is a halter back and hers is racer back, but that isn't important at this moment. We just have been counting down forever for this day right here, because it will be the best day of our lives!
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We have been at the water park for about an hour, and things are going pretty well. I haven't fallen or broken anything yet, so all is well. I have managed to avoid Greg for the most part. I think I still like him, I don't quite know yet. There are so many other schools here today, so our plan isn't working out exactly how we planned, but it is still a lot of fun. We were getting inside of a tube to go down a water slide, and Layla and I were talking.
"You know Em, I think you may have completely ruined your chances with Greg, after slapping him, not that he didn't totally deserve it! But, I mean, well, he totally deserved the slapping. He was avoiding you for months and being a total jerk, that for him to just come out of nowhere and kiss you, expecting everything to be okay, that was totally wrong. So what will you do now?"
"Well," I said, adjusting my position in the water tube, "I think that the two of us just have to work it all out. We have to, and even if we don't end up boyfriend/girlfriend, I would at least like to go back to being friends."
"After this ride Emily, you should go and talk to him. Share your feelings over a water balloon fight for all I care, just talk to him. I can't stand to see your heart broken," Layla said, as she flipped her hair out of her face and grabbed the handle bars.
"I will," I said, after taking a deep breath. How hard could it be, I thought, as the operator of this ride pushed our tube down the slide.
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Here I am, walking over to Greg, ready to share my feelings. My heart is beating like mad, and I feel like I am going to pass out. I get over to him and take a deep breath.
"Hey Greg," I said, my voice going up and down.
"Uh, hey Em," he says, as a girl in an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini walked over to Greg and put her arm around his waist.
"Who's this?" I asked, clearly confused.
"Oh, um, she's a girl I met earlier this morning. Um, her name is Julie, and she goes to the other middle school in town," Greg said, putting his arm around her shoulders.
"Do you know her?" I asked, kinda/sorta shrieking.
"Now I do," Greg said, smiling at Julie. I glared at her. Who does she think she is taking away my Greg from me?!
I went storming back to Layla, giving a little finger wave and a forced smile. She then grabbed my hand and we went to the food hall, me stocking up on hot dogs and onion rings, and of course, Popsicle's. Layla meanwhile had a grilled cheese sandwich, and was nibbling it as she stared at me. I was fuming. Absolutely nothing was working out for me, and my mother thought that 12 was a lucky number! All that I can say is I cannot WAIT to turn 13, then I can put this whole year behind me.
But most of all, I was kinda sad. I mean, before any of this, Greg was my best friend and I was his. Now, I'm nothing to him. I have to find a way to fix this, and fast I thought as I shoved another onion ring in my mouth.
"Em, are you OK?" Layla asked, looking at me with concern.
"Layla, I have a plan," I said, cracking my knuckles and smiling.
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So so so so so so so so sorry it took so long for this to come up! Its summer now, so I will try and be better about posting. Please comment and tell your friends, because the story is almost over, Emily is almost 13! Thanks guys!
Megan
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