I wake up from my annoying phone signal and I sigh before throwing a glance at my phone. Billie. I won't answer, so I simply deny the call before standing up and walking over to the mirror. While rubbing my eyes, I hear how my phone calls again but I keep ignoring it. She did not attend my mom's funeral because a show is more important, right? I know that she's still on tour but it just hurts so much not to have her here and I can't stand hearing her voice when I just want her here. As I look at the mirror, I notice how broken I really look. Blue circles under my eyes and my dark hair is messy as hell. When I brush my hair, my phone calls once again and I groan before finally walking over to the bed and answering the call.

''Hey,'' I say quietly and she turns quiet for a while.

''Hey,'' she sighs. ''I'm so sorry for not showing up.''

''It's okay,'' I say.

''How did it go?'' She asks.

''Good, I guess,'' I say, not finding any other words to desscribe it with.

''I'm sorry,'' she repeats.

''I know. It's not your fault, it just hurts so much,'' I say, feeling bad for making her think that this was her fault. ''I miss you so fucking much.''

''I miss you too. I'm coming home on friday, we'll hang out with each other all the time, okay?'' She says, trying to cheer me up.

''Yeah,'' I say, smiling as I think about her. ''How has it been on tour?''

''Pretty good, but I would rather be with you even though it sounds cheesy,'' she says with a laugh. Suddenly, I hear Finneas voice in the background.

''I must go now, I love you so much,'' she says, hanging up before I get to respond. It actually feels a bit better to know that Billie isn't mad at me, that's the worst feeling in the world. It's eight AM, so I guess that everyone is up and I feel how my anxiety comes crippling as I realise that I have to go to school again. Because of the tour and everything, I haven't been to school in a while but I hope that people won't notice me as much as usual. I mean, I don't want to get in touble like last time so I'll try to keep quiet but not so quiet that people see that I'm scared because that makes me a target. Feeling that everything will get worse if I think about it, I walk down the stairs after putting some clothes on.

''Good morning, Ember,'' Julia's mom says with a smile, sitting on a wooden chair in the kitchen with the newspapers in her right hand and a cup of coffee in the other one.

''Good morning,'' I smile back before noticing Julia who stands by the counter, cutting an orange before pouring the pieces down in her bowl of youghurt.

''Hey. Want some?'' She asks and I don't even have time to answer until she get another bowl and pours some youghurt into it as well. I thank her before sitting down, raising the spoon to my mouth. I usually don't like to eat breakfast but right now I'm too hungry to care.

Later

''Call me if you need something or if Karen touches you, okay?'' Julia shouts through the window of the car and I sigh before nodding and closing the door. Don't get me wrong, Julia is great but the way she is protective over me makes me feel important and that's not what I am. It's pretty hot outside today, spring is coming soon so I don't have to hate myself for not wearing a jacket today. As I enter the building, I feel the familiar gazes all over me but I try not to care. I don't push anyone to get to my locker, I simply walk past people and try to be nice. It sucks that Ava and Liam seem to hate me, but it's good because I get to be alone and think.

The class is pretty borring, but I try to listen to Mr. Wilson as he talks about how earth was created or something. The room is crowded but no one sits next to me, so I guess that Karen really spreaded some rumors. When he is done talking, he hands everyone a book and tells us what to read so I plug in my headphones and enter my own world.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My thirst levels are infinity and beyond

Sippin' on that lemon, ayy, I need a Beyoncé

Can't see straight, these shades are Céline Dion

Sucks you can't gas me up, shout out to Elon

Musk, yeah I got a sold out show

Crowd wild out but don't matter 'cause you not front row

I've been lookin' for a keeper, listen to the speaker

If you fit description, hit me on my beeper

At that 911

The music in my ears makes me work more effective and I am the first one to finish my task. Everyone's looking at me like ''No way, she's stupid. How did her ass manage to do that?'' and it's fucking hilarious.

When the school day is over, I exit the building and sit down on one of the wooden benches, waiting for Julia to pick me up. She eventually arrives and smiles at me as I enter her car.

''How is it going with Kevin?'' I ask her, realising that she haven't talked about him in a while.

''It's good, I guess. We're just not talking as much as we used to,'' she says, shaking her head and I look at her concerned.

''Do you think that there's a reason to it?'' I ask.

''Maybe, I don't know. It's stupid,'' she mumbles.

''No, it's not. Love can be complicated sometimes, trust me,'' I say with a chuckle as I think about everything between me and Billie. She smiles weakly as we keep driving home.

We spend the rest of the day finding out more about my uncle, and we are planning to call him now. The problem is that I don't know what to say. ''Hey, you are my uncle I never knew I had!'' is pretty weird to say from nowhere.

Later

My hands shake as I deal the number to Charles. Julia is looking at me in excitement but I feel more nervous. I hate talking to new people, and now I'm literally going to talk to someone that may be related to me and I have never known about it. With trembling fingers, I press the ''call'' button before pressing the cold phone against my ear. Julia signals me to put the speaker on, so I press the speaker button before calling again.

*beeep*

I take a deep breath, looking at Julia who also has worry in her eyes.

*beeep*

What will his voice sound like?

*beeep*

Is this the right number?

*beeep*

It's probably the wrong n-

''Hello?'' An uknown voice says from the other side of the line and I shoot my eyes open, looking at Julia.

''Hey,'' I say with a shaky voice.

''Who is this?'' He asks. The voice is pretty dark and husky, almost as if he is smoking forty cigarettes every single day.

''It's Ember. Ember Clayton.''