Emilia burst out laughing as Christian yelled out "BACON!", she didn't even want to know what he was dreaming about. A pillow was thrown at her and it hit her straight in the face, also affecting the way her hair was sitting. "Thank you loser, I just fixed my bed hair and now you've gone and ruined it again."Although she was attempting to sound serious, a little smirk developed from her lips. Emilia noticed all the sand that was on the floor and looked up at Christian,"Were you out again last night? Why don't you ever invite me. You know I love being outside and during the night is when it's more exciting. Next time you don't ask, I'll cut off your dreads while you are sleeping."
Turning around whilst whistling, Emilia walked through the hallway and skipped down the stairs towards the kitchen, where her auntie was sitting at the counter, sipping coffee and reading a shopping catalog.
"Aunt Angela," she said, "I think Christian is going to want bacon. Did you hear him screaming it from the top of his lungs?" Emilia giggled.
"Oh, how typical of him. If he is wanting bacon, then he can make it himself." Aunt Angela said.
Christian was coming down the stairs and Emilia stuck her tongue out at him. "I told Angela about your want...or perhaps need for bacon this morning. You're going to have to make it yourself except you also have to make some for me because you know how much I adore bacon...and because Aunt Angela said you had to" She hopped up onto one of the bar stools beside her aunt, "Oh and did you see that the neighbors are here? Ashley had friends with her, like a few other girls. I didn't really see their faces though, I wonder if they are attractive. Chris, I dare you to go over there later, maybe there is a girl there waiting for you." Emilia laughed and hopped over to her cousin, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing as tight as she could. "Ya know I'm messing with you. Plus, if you were to find a girlfriend, I would need to accept!"
Most of the time, Emilia acted as if her illness wasn't there. She would hop and skip around, trying to act as normal as possible. She glanced up at the clock on the wall, which is something she hated doing. Emilia didn't like looking at clocks and never wanted to know what the time was. While she looked at the clock, she was mesmerized by the movement of the little arrows. Tick tock, tick tock. The ticking was very faint but when Emilia blocked everything out, she could hear it. It was like the sound of a bomb, counting down before it would explode. When looking at clocks, it seemed as if her time was being slowly diminished. It was just ticking away the seconds, minutes and hours Emilia had left to live. She let out a quick sigh, before smiling again.
Time was her weakness, her enemy, but she wouldn't let it get to her, especially during the last few months of her life.