Mmmkay, so this is my first fanfic, so please no flames, I BEG OF YOU. Anyway, this is a cliche story about two girls that end up in middle earth somehow, I know, that sounds original, but don't worry, I promise you the story will be great!
Also, I should mention that another author is writing this story with me, so there are parts of the chapters that are hers and parts that are mine, but you will never be able to tell who wrote what, trust me. Anyway, any other fanfics written on this account are done solely by me without the other author unless stated otherwise. So, on that note, enjoy the story! Btw, constructive criticism is welcome but don't be mean, I have sensitive feelings ;p
Numb. It was the only word that I could think of to describe how I felt right now. In two short hours, nearly everything I thought I had after my parents death, was taken from me. We sat side by side in front of the small desk in the middle of the dingy office. I look over at my sister, Emily, who has her head down, her dark hair acting as a curtain between us, forbidding me to see what she is feeling.
"No. No way in hell." That is all I can say. How could they think that we could be separated, especially after all that happened?
"I'm sorry, but there is no mistake, there are two perfectly good families who each want a daughter you're age, but none who would accept the both of you, so I'm afraid you will have to, seeing as you are under 18 and orphans. Meaning unfortunately you don't really have a choice in the matter." The lady (more like the rat) sitting behind the desk sneers the words at us.
"The hell we don't." Emily's head snapped up, her eyes burning into the rat lady's face. If looks could kill, she'd be dead one hundred times over. The rat lady (kay, fine her name is Martha) started to wilt under our combined glares. How dare she try to separate us? No one asked her to interfere in our lives. Just because we are only 16, doesn't make us any less capable of taking care of ourselves. We had emancipation letters ready and everything was set up. We had a place ready to move into and even jobs we knew would hire us. But they never even gave us a chance, we couldn't be emancipated from government care because we weren't already living in our own apartment with our own jobs.
We've been living in a group home for a month now, and Martha was the head honcho (The man. It's to bad we don't have some good old fashioned rock 'n roll to stick it to 'er) Now she was trying to get us to go to different foster homes? I don't think so. But Martha wasn't having any argument.
"Look ladies, it's final. Emily will get picked up tomorrow, and Emelia, you will get picked up two days after her." She dismissed us with a wave of her hand.
Emily shot up from her seat with me on her tail. I could hear her mutter something that sounding suspiciously like "rat nosed bitch" but my dear, sweet sister could never be THAT disrespectful could she? Pfft. If anything I'M the sweet one compared to her.
As we storm out, we bump into Julian. The greasy-haired, chubby boy around our age that was the first to greet us when we arrived. Actually, he greeted Emily a little too warmly, if you catch my drift. Let's just say he said something he shouldn't have and now Emily is disgusted by him.
"Sup ladies? You going to bed?" He asked with a smirk.
"What's it to you, sleazeball?" Emily asked, sweetly.
"I was just wondering if I could come join you." He replied, unfazed by her insult. I gotta hand it to him, he doesn't back down when he wants something. And it's pretty clear what he wants. It starts with an E and ends with a Y. Thank God my name ends with an A. Inward shudder.
"Sure. I'll let you join me." I say to him. "When you are a cold, dead corpse." I add with a bright smile.
We shove past him, and walk into the room we share. It's relatively small, with two single beds on opposite sides of the room, and pale yellow wallpaper. It's complete with a nightstand next to each bed and a light oak dresser that we share. There is a window in between the night stands that overlooks the yard, which is poorly maintained.
"This is complete bull shit. We are leaving. Tonight." She says to me, walking over to her bed and laying down gracefully, as I plop down on mine, despising her gracefulness. She shoots up again, and grabs her duffel bag from under her bed. She goes to the dresser and yanks her clothes out of it shoving them into her bag. I follow her lead and start packing too.
We ransack the room, making sure we aren't forgetting anything, checking under our beds and the night stands. I carefully place the only picture we have of Mom and Dad. They are both breathtakingly beautiful, smiling happily into each other's eyes somewhere in the Bahamas.
I take after our mom, with her long, copper hair, and greenish brown eyes that I find to look forest green, short and slender but her shoulders are broad,and her gentle face so full of life and carefreeness. Like me.
Then there's Emily who is a spitting image of our dad, tall and elegant with hair darker than midnight except hers is spilling down her back in thick tousled waves. Her eyes are a different kind of green, they look like shards of green glass piercing into you. She has our dad's protective and fiery look. She's not ill-tempered but she can be vicious when she wants to be. He was the same way, but never towards us. He was always calm and collected to other people, but to us, he was loving and warm. His love for our mom was so powerful, I swore I would never give myself to someone unless they looked at me the way he looked at her.
I blink away tears that form in my eyes. I don't want Emily to see me crying, she already has enough to worry about at the moment.
We wait a few hours, as I'm lost in my thoughts about our parents, until it's pitch dark outside. We walk quietly downstairs, trying not to wake anybody. We go down into the garage, where the company cars are kept. Now, my sister is impulsive but she wouldn't steal a car. We walk past the cars and she opens the garage doors.
"Wait here." She disappears into the dark. I guess she must be making sure no one is around to see us leave. Sometimes I feel like the younger sister, with the way she always tries to make sure I don't do any of the work. Oh well. It's how we've always been and I don't feel like changing it.
I hear a scuffle behind me and look back to see Julian in the dim light. He's smirking, as always. I feel a pang of panic rush through me.
"Whatcha doing, Emelia?" He asks, casually. I don't answer. I just give him that what-do-you-think look.
"You know, now that your big sister isn't around, I have you all to myself."
"She'a not my big sister, we're the same age. We're twins." I reply in a small voice. Usually he doesn't scare me, but he could tell on us and we'd be stopped and tomorrow we'd be separated as Emily's new family took her away from me. And then, I remember what he just said to me.
"Wait, what do you mean you have me all to yourself? I thought you'd want Emily." I say, cautiously.
"I'll take either one, and frankly, I'd prefer you." He suddenly grabs me by the front of my shirt, and throws me to the ground. Suddenly, he's on top of me, and crushing my lungs so I can't breathe. Normally, I would fight but the lack of oxygen makes it difficult. As I gasp, trying to pump oxygen into my lungs, he's pulling up my shirt, while his other hand is fumbling with my jeans. Oh, please don't let my first be Julian. Please, I'll do anything. As I struggle weakly against his immense weight. He leans down to meet my reluctant lips as I struggle to shout.
WHAP! His weight is no longer on me. My vision briefly goes dark as oxygen flows into my body then I blink and see Emily holding a skateboard, and see Julian unconscious, face down, on the floor next to me, with blood seeping out of the back of his skull, down his neck, onto the floor.
"Awesome." I say, breathlessly, sucking in gulps of precious oxygen.
Emily dropped the skateboard, and knelt down in front of me, frantically looking me over.
"Are you alright?! Are you hurt badly?! Cause if he hurt you I will kill the bastard right now."
"I'm fine. Just lightheaded from not breathing." I say calmly, buttoning up my jeans and pulling down my shirt. Then I take out a marker from my dufflebag (the one I use to vandalize the bathrooms here) and kneel down beside him, flip him onto his back, and write the word "ass waffle" on his forehead, and then "douche eater" on his chin.
I stand up and admire my work, then look over at Emily. She grins and gives her nod of approval of my lovely artwork. The. She grabs my hand and we start to run.
As we are running, I vaguely notice lightening flashing briefly in the dark sky. We run out of the yard, down the street to a nearby park. We stop running once we are in the cover of the trees. I drop my duffle bag and she drops hers. I wish I brought a coat. It's chilly, even though it's August.
"Why...do...you...have to have such long...legs." I say as soon as we've stopped, trying to get air into my lungs yet again, hands on my knees.
She doesn't answer, just looks into the distance and she waits for me to catch my breath, as she's not breaking a sweat.
"Emily?" I say. She looks over at me.
"I love you. That's all I wanted to say. You saved me from that God awful, sleazy, son of a-" she grabs me into a famous Emily-Grey-bear hug. We just stand there, hugging. She sniffs my hair.
"Mm, you smell good." She says. I grin into her shoulder.
"And you're a freak." I reply. We finally let each other go. And lean against a tree.
"So what now?" I ask. She shrugs. Then she looks at me.
"I'm hungry." Just as I'm about to comment about how our only food source would be the crump nugget laying unconscious in the garage at the group home, I feel a shocking jolt ripple through the tree and my body. It feels like an intense shiver that hits every nerve ending in my body, so full of power. I feel warmth flow through me. I see the same jolt go through Emily. I briefly see her eyes meet mine, emerald meets forest green.
Instantly, everything went black.