Emily's Stuggle
Plot: Set in Rosewood, where you find Emily. Emily is a shy, athlete who loves girls. One girl she has always loved moves. But what happens when she comes back?
Chapter 1 – Emily
Walking past their house, her house. I miss her every day. One year gone and another year to go. Every time I look at her house I always think about the last time we were talking. She was telling me that she was leaving. We spent the whole night together. We just stayed the whole night talking, but I couldn't hear what she was saying because I was to busy looking into her beautiful browns. That's what I loved… love about her. The way she would play with my hair and stroking my arm to reassure me that everything was going to be alright. But how will it ever be okay? When she's not here, I can't breathe. Please someone, anyone, bring her back to me.
Six Months Later
Chapter 2 – Naya
Rosewood! I'm finally home. It's funny how I know my way around and short cuts like I never left but I did.
Emily. I wonder how she is. I missed her more than I ever thought was possible. I'll go see her after school; I'll just wait for her in her room. When she opens her door she's going to have a shock.
I feel like a twelve year old girl counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds.
"Mom, I'm going to see Emily."
We haven't talked in ages; we stopped emailing each other ages ago. I hope sees happy to see me; I didn't even tell anyone that I was coming back to Rosewood.
Knock Knock! A small, warm, kind face appeared at the door way.
"Hello Mrs Fields, is Emily home?"
For awhile she just stood the staring at me like she was in a really bad dream. She quickly composed herself, blinking twice to snap herself back into realty.
"Nnnno, she's on her way though. Would you like to come in?"
"Yes please. Can I just wait for her in her room?"
She nodded her head slowly. I ran up the stairs before she could change her mine. It was weird that I could walk around her house and not get lost. Then I came to her door and hesitated before I went in. I rested my forehead on the door and all the memories came flooding back. I opened my eyes and took a deep breath in and turned the door handle and as the door opened I just looked around her room, it was just how it was when I left but different pictures took the place of old ones which means she has new memories to tell me about. A part of me was sad but I just wanted her to be happy and from the look of the photos she was.
I want to see her so much but I want to see her before she see me. I quickly hide in the closet so her won't see me. Please still be my Emily.
