After I came home from the sleepover, which I had to beg my mom to let me do on a Thursday night. Only a few short hours later, I was at foxfire sitting on a bench on the other side of the room. Emmie had been returned home, only to have a vomiting fit a few minutes later and be rushed back. My face was white and my knuckles compressed. Thats when I felt it. A rush of tears going up my throat. "I'm going to go to the bathroom." I said, barely covering up the wobble in my voice. 

I ran into the bathroom stall and a sob racked my body. My stomach hurt as it poured out. After a few minutes I took deep breaths and wiped at my eye's, sniffling. What if Emmie was never the same? "Hello?" Said a deep voice. I jumped. I slowly opened the bathroom stall door and saw Ace. My teary expression turned sour. "Its you." I said, slamming the stall door. "Are you ok?" He asked. "Why do you care?" I said.

"Well, its the general nice thing to do when you see someone cry. Seriously though." He said. "I'm fine." I said, wiping my eye's. "Do you need anything?" He said. "No." I said. Why was he being nice. He gave a small smile as I walked out the door. Strange.