A/N: Yo, this is my first fanfic, so plz take it easy! I lost a lot of my... lets call it... memory, so my writing isn't as good as it used to be. Ty 4 being a good sport! gives corny smile, switches 2 story, and I drop onto chair half dead from having to be nice Ugh, I need coffee...
Key:
bold in A/n means physical doing
italic in A/N means thinking
I talic in story means character thinking
Okizzay! Now all that junk is over, so let's get down to it! I present to you, my version, of Emma (aliased Emilia Moon in the series) in CHARLIE BONE, CHILDREN OF THE RED KING, BOOK ONE! Enjoy!
I stared at myself in the mirror, analyzing my features carefully. I looked like a normal twelve year old girl.
Dark chocolate eyes, shoulder length, naturally curly and wavy dark brown hair, pink lips, and suntanned skin. I was sitting at my easel, trying to think of something to draw.
I had already chosen my supplies: a lump of charcoal, pastels, and my easel with a new canvas leaning against it.
I looked at myself again. I didn't know if I'd drawn myself before, Itachi has hypnotized and beaten me so much, that I couldn't remember most of my life at Uchida Academy. Suddenly, an idea bobbed up out of the sea of my confused thoughts.
I can try and draw my parents.
The Murakami's were my parents, or so the Uchidas told me. But I was no fool.After I turned eight, I finally noticed that I looked nothing like either one of my 'parents'.
They had black hair, steely gray eyes, and pale skin. Even they're interests were different.
I liked to stay outside, play sports, laugh, read, draw, sing, parody famous people, and make friends, but their interests were completely and totally different from mine.
My parent's liked to sit around and watch the television, eat, sleep, and use technology to do their dirty work.
Another difference was how we lived, I was messy and carefree. My family feels the need to have everything clean and be perfect in every way, though it was impossible.
I sighed and quickly sketched two heads onto the canvas using charcoal. I looked back at myself in the mirror.
I decided that my mother would have long brownish black hair like I did, but I got the curls from my father, who had a mop of it on his tanned head. I glanced at the glass mirror again and carefully sketched my eyes onto my mom's face.
Slowly, the lifeless, blank faces I had drawn turned into life-like portraits. Finally, I had finished, and with a grin of triumph, put down my box of pastels.
My mom had my hair color, my eyes, my nose, and my lips. She also had blush and a cheery smile.
My dad had curly, black hair, eyes darker than mine, and thin lips. They both looked so... real. I frowned.
I was missing something.
I drew a large heart behind my imaginary parents and colored it in a dark, romantic red. I felt so happy, that I felt like going down and talking to someone about it.
"Maybe even one of the Uchidas..." I murmured. I bounced happily to my door and turned the knob.
Standing on the other side was Itachi Uchida.
A/N: Hahahaha! I did better than before! I'm surprised I actually got this far o.o Left you on a cliff hanger, huh? Well don't worry, I'm not one of those dumb writers that's gonna quit after getting you hooked. Believe me, I have the whole thing planned out in my mind. I'm going to bed, it's almost 10:30 p.m. Pacific. But before I go, the name Amrante means 'Flower That Never Fades'. Okay, I is done, lol. 'Night.
-May