Somewhere mid-book
He was there again. “They keep telling me you aren’t real,” she told him, watching as he approached. He smiled at her, and held out his hand. She stared at it. If she could touch the hand, it was real. Slowly, she stretched out her fingers, daring to test her dreams. She took a deep breath, and gasped as he pulled his hand away right as she almost touched it.
That was not fair. He laughed as he turned and started running. She smiled, and ran after him.
Emma smacked her head on the hallway wall as she ran straight into it. She really needed to stop sleepwalking. All of her bruises would eventually make people talk, and then what would she do?
Emma returned to her bedroom, and glanced at her clock. Right on time. She shut off the alarm before it could start its shrieking. One day away from school wasn’t enough and she was still pissed at CT anyway. She’d show him abrasive.
She closed the door and walked down to CT’s house. Turning to walk to the front door, Emma changed her mind, and with a grin on her face headed for Amanda’s humble dwellings. She knocked on the door and waited as the prissy perfect-faced babe opened the door.
“What do you want?”
Emma took a deep breath. “I just wanted to let you know, that I talked to CT last night, and he told me that he wants to ask you out today. He’s a little shy about it though, but I just thought maybe you could help him out.”
“Why would you want to help me out?”
“I just want CT to be happy.”
Amanda tilted her head, obviously buying it. She sighed happily, then glared at Emma and slammed the door. Emma turned back toward the street and trotted along to the bus stop.
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