My name is Emma Taylor. As normal as that may seem, it wasn't. My parents died the night of my thirteenth birthday. Thirteen wasn't that a lucky number was it. I thought the same thing. I was trouble from that night on, I hated the world, and it was unfair to me so I saw no reason why I should be fair to it. Thinking back made me lose focus.
I was now fifteen years old and completely dumbstruck. How did they find me? That wouldn't be answered. My stupidity was obvious to anyone at this moment. Closing my eyes I replayed the scene from earlier:
Getting up, my least favorite part of the day. I rolled over to face my alarm clock, picked it up, and threw it. Today was Saturday; it was a sleep-in day so why the hell was the stupid thing buzzing at 7:00 A.M.
As the clock smashed into the wall it shattered into a lot of tiny pieces. The bizarre thing, it was still ringing. Something was up, but what? I decided since I obviously wasn't going to get some sleep I would get ready. I went to my stereo and blasted the music as loud as I could.
While I finished getting ready in my apartment, the bell rang. Now what? I thought. I went to the door and opened it grumbling about nothing under my breath. "Hello Emma," said a voice I knew all too well. It was the freaking marauders, how did they find me?
I snapped out of my flashback dreading what I was about to do, how I ever agreed I had no clue. Things were about to change. The only question for better…or worse
Authors Note: Sorry it was so short but I just need an intro if you guys have any suggestion tell me for what's going to happen.
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