What's this? A story in tiny readable paragraphs? By Emma? Are we talking about the same Emma who writes giant blobs of unreadable words? Yes! It's taken me twice as long to write as the just type style I used in Forever Dreaming and Waking up, but here it is! Enjoy!
Emma
Grave Sweeper
Intro- No place like home
I'm sure Chicago is a great place to some, but to me, it's just home. And with home comes the few relatives you love and hang out with... And the thousands of ones that get under your skin at every turn. But it's home and you're with family, so I've developed a grudging liking for this little shoebox we call an apartment despite my "hate this place" attitude towards Chicago.
Right now I live with my two best friends Camilla aka Millie, Missy whose real name is Marissa, and our pets, while our friends Jake and Lou live next door to us.
Millie is a little taller than me with long silvery blonde hair that thinks is annoyingly straight so she keeps it tied up in buns, and she has pretty powdery blue eyes.
Marissa is Spanish looking with a dark tan, long wavy black hair and big emerald green eyes that she uses to get whatever she wants. Whatever she wants usually involves more bracelets, giant hoop earrings or chocolate from the corner store.
Jake is tall, with messy dark brown hair, pale skin, and an easy smile, and Lou is his mom, but she treats us like we're her kids too.
I swear we wouldn't make it one day without her; she's constantly reminding us to do important things we never remember like locking up at night, buying food, and paying rent. Yeah, we need her.
Lou is medium height with a few strands of gray in her strawberry blonde curls, and the prettiest golden eyes that make you want to tell her everything about you. She told us she's forty, but she looks like she's the same age as us if she hides her little streaks of gray hair.
Like I said, her name's Lou, but half of the time we call her mom, and that just makes her glow with happiness. She's been divorced from Jake's dad since he was four, and she's never remarried since. I think it's a little strange because she's like the nicest person I've ever met, but I guess she just hasn't found anyone who's nice back to her.
Me? I'm about 5 and a half feet tall, with blue-gray eyes, long black eyelashes, permanently pink skin, strawberry pink lips, and shoulder-length, wavy, golden-blonde hair.
My name is Hazel Relloir; I am 20 years old, and I am looking for a job.