" Now, go on. Show him up to your room." Mom smiled as I put away the cheeto's,
and walked up the stairs, with Trayton following me.
Now, I didn't like him at all! He was ok at first but now, I wanted to punch the living sh*t
out of him!
" Come on!" I yelled at him.
I showed him up the stairs. "There's the bathroom that you use." I told him. And then I
" Question." he said, stopping. He sounded like he was royal.
" All I showed you was the bathroom, and you already have a question?!" I yelled. " What
is it?" I rolled my eyes, impatiently. I was getting sick of him, and I just met him. Arghhhh...
" Where do you go to the bathroom?" He asked a certain sound of curiosity in his voice.
" In the bathroom in my room." I said, then walked on. I didn't har im walking, so I turned
around and glared at him. " What is it now?"
" Why can't I go to the bathroom in your room?"
" Because. It's in my room and it's my bathroom." I said, and started walking again. He
followed me this time.
" This is my room." I pushed open my door, and my room was exposed.
" Wow! This is amazing!" Trayton said, and jumped onto my bed.
I let out a squeek, that was meant to be a gasp. " No!" I scrame! " No! You don't just come
into somebodies room and jump on their bed without permission!" By the time I said this, he was already
laying down with his arms under my pillow.
" Oh.. I'm sorry." He got up, but something stopped him and his jaw dropped in absolute terror.
Oh, God no... Don't tell me he cut himself on my rasor blade!
Whenever I got depressed, I would cut myself For some reason... I know it was wrong, but it
Flashback to 6th grade
I sat on the toilet in the girls bathroom crying. A guy I really like had just embarrased me in front
of the whole school.
I heard someone come in the bathroom, but I paid no attention to it. That person knocked on the
stall door. " Emilee..." I heard someone say.
" Go away!" I cried.
" I have something that will help you."
" What is it?" I asked, as I stopped crying and listened. I got off the toilet and opened the stall door.
" I can help." She said again. "What happened to you?"
" I was at my loocker, and Travis Whitly pulled down my pants..." I started crying all over again.
" Are you depressed?" She asked, as if she were a detective. I nodded
She came in the stall with me a reached into her pocket. She pulled out a small rasor blade. " Give
me your arm." I held out my arm. " And quit crying!" I immediantly stopped, for I was terrified of her.
She put the rasor blade to my wrist. Applying a little preasure to it, it made a cut.
" OW!" I yelled, and jerked my hand away from her.
But, she snatched it back, and cut a little bit deeper into my wrist, but this time she sent the rasor
straight across my wrist.
I started crying. It hurt like Hell! Blood gushed out, and I almost fainted. But the girl quickly covered
up the cut with gauze(?).
Using medical tape, she taped it onto my wrist.
" Don't tell..." I nodded.
I was 11, and in 6th grade.
*Out of flashback*
Trayton got up, from my bed, clutching his arm. You like slipknkot?!" He scrame, running over to my
Slipknot poster. " EW!!!"
Oh, great. A freakin' prep. Could my life get any worse?!
YOU ARE READING
The Emo, Or The Prep? *emo prep arranged marriage*Teen Fiction
The Emo Or The Prep? *Emo Prep Arranged Marriage* Emilee Morganstern has a good life. She has a big crush on her best friend, Dayton Robertson. The crush falls down when she meets her arranged marriage husband, Trayton Doss. Being with Trayton m...