it was a bad hair day gone hardecore. emily just wasn't haveing a good morning. it was one of the days her mother wasn't so nice. but pregnacey does that to a woman.

no one had a harder time dealing with it than max, but that just made the silence on the way to school much harder to take. her friends could tell something was wrong but no one would say anything. Just silently wish she's ok. They day slowly became better, then crashed down on her. Homework was too hard, classes were too confuseing and she didn't get her ususal happiness out of being with her friends.

slowly this becaem normal, day after day. her mother's words, as false as they were, were angry. chelsey took it out on everyone. even cindy, who was only there to do as chelsey says.

when the weekend came emily couldn't handle all the yelling. max had hardened into this stone, and she couldn't cry to him.. he'd just call her a baby.

most of the torcher emily went through that saturday was her own doing. finally she just pulls on her sky blue shirt and dark blue running shorts. she ran. faster, harder, faster and further! she ran and ran, trying not to think about what was behind her.

finally she fell to her knees after stopping and cried..


i don't know when i drew this. it was before i left for michigan, but after i came back from florida.

i can remember feeling wrothless, and depressed. (duh, right?) but lately ive been feeling pretty awful. then i see this picture. and i haven't uploaded it.. why not?

please don't ask why, or what's wrong. talking about it doesn't seem to be helping, but im feeling better than what i was. thanks to my puppy ^ ^


also, this is a rare moment. emily's back isn't seen very often. and her ear is always getting colored.. and the top of her back is white.