Disclaimah': Marvel owns all this stuff, but Emma is mine! But I think Disney bought Marvel, so that means Disney owns all… Either way, enjoy!
Emma Marie Jordan was fifteen years old and already counting beautiful blessings and saying grace for a seemingly perfect life. Her childhood was that of a typical American girl; eventful yet plain, unique yet average. She'd made friends for life, discovered many talents including academics and music, and built the foundations of her morals and beliefs on stone, not sand. Emma was athletic but still relished days when she got to curl up on a couch and read until dusk. Emma was in no way perfect but in a sense when was also not "only human."
One flaw Emma had always been intense impatience. Passing periods spelled torture for Emma as she shoved slow-paced peers from her path and tried not to be late again for History. "Small loss," she figured, "it's not like I don't already know about US History." She often dreamed about shouting "MOVE!" And watch the entire student body part before her like the Red Sea. But alas, it was not to be, and this simple fact of life was starting to really stress her out. It was the last straw when some happy couple stopped in their tracks, embraced, and proceeded to make out in the hall. "Wow, that's just great," Emma thought.
"Uh, hello? Move!" she yelled over the cacophony. They broke apart, trying to see who had demanded their attention. Their eyes passed over Emma's face several times before Emma added, "Yeah, right here, now get- out- of- my- way!" She waved her arms for emphasis, with hands that even Emma could not see. Looking down, she saw only the floor and the flood of students behind her. Unable to process the concept in her mind, she let out a loud shriek, earning a lot more unwanted attention, before her visual substance flowed back into existence. Eyes the size of saucers watched the feat in disbelief, and the boy friend of the kissing couple muttered, "What the heck?" and proceeded to try to touch her arm as if he wasn't sure if Emma was really there. Emma turned and ran for her History classroom as if it were the last safe place on Earth, dodging various students, curious stares, and ignoring a "Hey you! Wait!"
Completely out of breath, Emma made to History in one piece. The teacher looked up from her grading and asked, "Good Morning Emma, are you okay?" with a concerned look in her eyes.
"Yeah, thanks Mrs. Solstice, I just thought I was late," she gasped.
"Nope, right on time!" Mrs. Solstice replied cheerfully. Sure enough, the bell rang and Emma took a seat n then way back, and tried not to break down for the sake of her pride.