Emilie stood up and looked around her. The tall, golden wheat stood high above her head, and blocked her vision of the house. She couldn't see anything except the wheat, and the brilliant Kansas sky. She cocked her head sideways at the sound of her brother calling her. "Coming!" she yelled out, flicking off her mp3 player, and running in the direction of Clark's voice.
Clark was leaning against the fence, waiting for her. "Emilie, Mom was looking for you," He told her, as she raced enthusiastically up to meet him.
Emilie ran up to the house, and opened the door, banging the kitchen door behind her. She flicked her red dreadlocks over her shoulder, and started to help her mom with the baking. She smiled widely at Martha, as she rolled the cookie dough onto the tray. The kitchen door burst open again, to reveal Lois and Shelby. "Wow!" Lois remarked, sniffing the succulent air. She sat down beside Emilie and started to talk about many things that had happened that day, which set all three of them laughing.
That night, Emilie accompanied Clark to Lex's house. While they played pool, Em walked around, looking at all the stuff in his study. She paused at the bookshelves, because she loved them the most, even though she had never read most of them. She loved them mostly because of their grand appearance with their leather bindings, and impossible-to-pronounce authors. Like Nietzsche.
She didn't even hear Clark calling her to leave, as she tugged on her shortest dread. She turned around , and grinned at Clark and Lex, suddenly embarrassed that she hadn't heard them calling her.
"Enjoying my books, Emilie?" Lex asked her, half-smiling. Emilie nodded, and followed behind Clark.
