EMERSON I walked over to the window and sat down. I grabbed a notebook and pen and quickly scribbled a note - I wasn't in the mood to talk to Frida. "Frida, whatever you do, do not go to Lulu's party on the 1st October! Please, for me Emerson W." Realising that someone might see the note, I quickly crossed out the words "Emerson.W" and changed it to "Nikki Howard". You could still see the word Emerson if you looked closely though.
Then I walked out of the apartment that I shared with Lulu Collins. Yeah, the Lulu Collins - but when you're in a supermodel's body that was normal.
I ran to my parent's apartment block, deciding that this message had to be hand delivered - if it was posted then it might get lost. I got in the lift and slipped the note under the door.
CHRISTOPHER The lift was on the top floor when I arrived back at the apartment block, so I walked up the stairs. On the fourth floor, the steps stop and you have to go to the other side of the hallway. I walked along the hallway, passing the flat that used to be Emerson's.
Used to be.
Seeing a piece of paper on the floor I looked down. "Frida, whatever you do, do not go to Lulu's party on the 1st October! Please for me Nikki Howard" Why did Nikki Howard, the famous model, care so much about Frida Watts, an ordinary fourteen year old?
I squinted at the paper to read the words that had been struck through. "Emerson W." they read. But that was impossible. That would be saying that she was alive. And that was impossible, right?
Confused I put the note in my pocket and decided to go for a walk before I went home.
EMERSON I decided to walk home. Yeah it was a couple of miles, but I was sick of chauffer driven limos and taxis... I wanted to try to be normal. Walking down the street, freezing, I saw Christopher walking in front of me. I decided to just walk past him. He didn't know who I was, not properly. And I didn't want to have to pretend with him.
I sped up and walked past him, biting my lip and trying not to look him in the eye. I couldn't help but notice a hint of recgonition in his eye. I groaned, I was sick of pretending. Sick of walking past him, without talking. I sat down on a park bench and pulled out my mobile phone from my pocket.
"0 Unread Messages" I blinked, when Christopher sat down next to me. "Hi" I whispered and then continued to stare at my mobile.
He passed me something, a piece of paper. The letter for Frida.
I swore and looked away. If he wasn't certain, then could I tell him? I put the paper in my pocket and looked him in the eye.
Don't tell, I told myself.
"Nikki?" Christopher said.
I stayed silent.
"Emerson?" he whispered so silently that I could barely hear.
I stayed frozen not knowing what to say.
"Em?" he mouthed.
I stood up and nodded, tears streaming down my face. "But not anymore"