Chapter eight

“Emma I’m talking to you,” I speak peering down at her as she munched her apple with no care in the world.

“I can hear you,” she replied rudely and I had to take a deep breath to stop myself from murdering her.

“What is wrong with you?” the calm voice I use is a total contrast to the unfurling ball of anger that is my mind, heck my whole body.

“None of your business.” She spat at me before walking, no stomping out. Making sure to dramatically throw her half eaten apple into the bin.

I stare at her wide eyed until I couldn’t see her as she went out of my sight, the sound of the front door being closed reached me seconds later. I huff deciding whenever she was done with her bitchy act she would come right back to me because who the hell does she have apart from me. We are a package. Right?

My barely there appetite completely disappeared after that and I walk out of the house with my backpack slung over my shoulder carelessly. I’ll be late for my class but I take the risk and walk, I nee