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God Gave Me You: Chapter One
*Here is chapter one(= Hope you all like it!!! Love, ~Mary Cait* ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter One: First Day Of School Emma Rhimes, age fifteen looked at her new school in Los Angelas, California. She looked back to see her mother hadnâ??t left yet; her mother, Grace, hadnâ??t left yet because her daughter was notaries of skipping her first day of school. So she thought of waiting until she knew her daughter wasnâ??t getting out of going to school. She ushered her had to her daughter to take some more steps into the school. Emma hated her mother for doing this to her, she wasnâ??t well liked already and now she has to worry about tenth, eleventh, and twelve graders picking on her because of how she looks. If another person called her a â??Gothic Emo Freakâ? one more time, she will not have to worry about school-sheâ??ll only worry about the cops after being placed into jail for murder. Rolling her eyes, she pushed her book bag more on her shoulder and started up the stairs to the doors of her new school. She pushed it opened, seeing a large banner over the hallway that read: â??Welcome freshmenâ?. â??Right,â? She said, looking down at the class sheet in front of her. â??now where is my locker?â? She already has her books, which were in her book bag already. She just needed to find her locker. Emma ran her tongue smoothly over her fresh, new spider bite studs. Smiling, she couldnâ??t wait till she could put the piercing in her lips. Her smoothed out her red and black dyed hair before walking more down the hallway. Maybe this year wasnâ??t going to be bad after all, then again she shouldnâ??t count her blessing at the starting of the school year. â??Locker 845, 845,â? Emma rambled to herself, trying to see where her locker was. Hopefully it was a top locker, not a bottom locker like her pervious schools. â??840, 842...where is-oh, here it is! And yes, top locker!â? Finally, she has a top locker after three gradesâ?¦she finally had a top locker. As she was doing her combination, she could hear what sounded like people coming her way. She just played it off, but her heart was doing a thousand miles in her chest while getting her locker ready. She was placing her Math Tech book into her locker when a finger tabbed her shoulder. Emma jumped slightly and turned around to face a gorgeous man. He had dark brown skin, wearing a red and black leather jacket, a black shirt underneath, red tight pants, loafers. Emma noted that his eyes were a rich, dark chocolate brown that just made you want to stare at him forever. She came back to her senses and shook her head. â??Oh, um, yes?â? â??Youâ??re blocking my locker,â? the boy said to her, smiling. Emma felt herself blush. Did he not see how she looked? Normally people are rude to her because of it, but he is actually being nice to her. â??Oh,â? Emma said, feeling her cheeks grow red. She stepped out of the way so he could get to his locker; Emma had already finished when he tapped her shoulder. â??sorry about that.â? The boy smiled at her. His teeth were so straight, so white, they were like little pearls. His smile caused her to smile. â??Itâ??s fine. Youâ??re newâ?¦right?â? Emma nodded her head, feeling a bit shy at the question. The boy must have notice her nervousness, smiling he got up and took her hand. â??Donâ??t worry, no need to be nervous. Everyone here is just a bit hard on freshmen for like a couple of days, then theyâ??re alright.â? â??Okayâ?¦â? â??Iâ??m Michael, Michael J. Jackson,â? The boy named Michael said, smiling brightly towards the freshmen yet again. â??Who are you?â? â??I-Iâ??m,â? for a second Emma had forgotten her name, but then she thought about it for a while. It finally came back to her, looked to Michael and smiled big; she smiled the best she could, she hasnâ??t really smiled in a long time. â??Iâ??m Emma, Emma Leigh Rhimesâ?¦.just call me Emma or Emmie.â? â??Emma,â? Michael said, he looked at her bright green eyes. He got lost into them, but quickly remembered he had a girlfriend. He shook Emmaâ??s hand smiling at her. â??I love your name Emma. Say, why donâ??t I walk you to your first call.â? â??Ohâ?¦thatâ??ll be nice, thanks.â? She said smiling. â??Okay, letâ??s go then.â? â??Okay.â? Emma had her arms folded under her chest as Michael walked her to her homeroom class. Surprisingly, Michael had about three classes with her. One he had Choir with her, two he had Math Tech, and three he had gym with the boys while her girl class was going on. At least she had one person down, maybe the rest of the day wasnâ??t going to be bad. Her and Michael said their goodbyes and both made it to their homerooms before the late bell was heard. ---------------------------------- â??Worst day ever,â? Emma grumbled, felling the anger pour out of her as she washed off the blood running down from her wrist she had just freshly cut. She felt a little light headed, but not that bad. This was her dark secret, cutting. Emma is addicted to cutting her wrist when she is down and feels out of place. She jumped when she heard what sounded like someone walking into the restroom. She placed her knife into her pocket and desperately washed the blood off of the sink, or what she could. Maybe no one would notice. A gentle hand fell on her shoulder, causing the 9th grader to jump a bit. Startled and scared, Emma turned around slowly to see a girl with big blue eyes and crimson colored hair. It looked as if it was a perm. She wore a light blue t-shirt, blue jean shorts and red and white converses. She titled her head to the side, worry was written on her face. Emma was wondering why would she careâ?¦she didnâ??t even know her. â??Are you alright?â? the girl asked. â??Oh, um,â? Emma stuttered, looking over her shoulder to the sink that still held a little big of her blood. â??What are you looking at? Let me have a look,â? The crimson girl said, trying to see over Emmaâ??s shoulder. Emma pushed the girl away from her, gathering her things and leaving the bathroom before the crimson haired girl could call out to her. Marissa shrugged her shoulders, wondering what was wrong with the girl that had just left. Maybe she was thinking she was a freak, and that Marissa agreed with it. It was true, in fact Marissa didnâ??t think she was freak at all, true she wore a bit too much blackâ?¦and she wore heavy black make upâ?¦.she was a normal 9th grader either way though. Marissa used the bathroom and when she went to the sink, the one the dark clothes girl was just at, she couldnâ??t believe her eyes at what she was seeing in the smooth, clear white sink. It was small, faint prints of blood that was desperately tried to be washed awayâ?¦but not all of it got down enough. Marissa cleaned the rest of it off, hoping she could help that girl out with this problem. She knew people who got very hurt from this, and ending up committing suicide. She didnâ??t want this to happen with this girl. The late bell rung, she quickly grabbed her things and raced towards her next classâ?¦.hoping since it was the first day, she would be excused for it. Emma couldnâ??t believe she was late to drama, and she couldnâ??t believe on the first day too! But she was guessing since it was the first day, she would get off with a warning. She opened the door gently, not knowing what was waiting her in this one little classroom. To be continued ================================================================ I hope you all liked it(= I'll have Chapter 2 out soon...till then, enjoy bye :D
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