Perks of Being a Fangirl

Chapter 6: Emily

"That is totally different." Her mom says to her. 

"How mom?! You are older that's it!" 

"I don't use them daily." 

"Neither does she!" Emily defends. 

"Go to your room." 

"Mom!" 

"I said go to your room!" Emily's mom yelled at her. 

"Just because I swear doesn't mean I'll end up like Michael did." Emily said to her mom over her shoulder before going to her room. 

"Don't you dare talk about him that way!" Her mom screams at her. She leans against the door she had just locked herself in. The kids were hiding in their room because of the yelling. Emily quickly stripped out of her clothes and slipped on basketball shorts and a tank top to sleep in. 

Emily heard her laptop signalling she had a skype call. She answered it, looking at the screen before actually stepping in front of it. 

"Em? You there?" I hear my friend Anthony ask from the screen. 

"Hey, Anth." Emily says smiling as much as she can, trying to give him the illusion that nothing is wrong. 

"What's wrong? Did you and your mom have a fight again?" He says concern flooding his voice. 

"It's nothing." Emily says wiping her eyes. 

"That's something." He says, and shows her a picture of a random meme and she smiles at the grumpy cat now filling her skype window. "Grumpy cat doesn't want you to cheer up, but Anthony does!" He makes a weird face as he pulls the phone away from his camera. "I found a song for you to listen to!" Anthony smiled at me. 

"Who's it by?" Emily says excitedly. 

"Mika." He smiles and starts playing the song. 

"Emily won't you write a happy song,

get your ass to number one.

You could try a little harder.

Emily, you could be a millionaire,  

but you're so full of hot air.

Gonna end up like your father. 

Emily, You can't even like your chance

Get a boy and learn to dance

Be a girl like any other

Emily are you stuck up?

Are you gay?

If you are then that's ok! 

Cause it doesn't even matter!

Emily, It's your life and you can't live it twice

One Day you'll understand and then you'll take my hand. 

Emily, I love you, and I know you do too. 

You never make no sense, screaming at me in French. 

Porquoi tu gâche ta vie 

Porquoi tu gâche ta vie 

Porquoi tu gâche ta vie 

Dance with me, Emily.

Porquoi tu gâche ta vie 

Porquoi tu gâche ta vie 

Porquoi tu gâche ta vie 

Dance with me, Emily.

Emily, you got so much in your life

Me I got no one's advice