Emma Cullen was a 14-year-old orphan at the Almost Home Orphanage in Alaska. She always dreamed of meeting her biological parents, and knew that she was special in her own way. Emma was tired of couples coming in and out, judging her by her personality and appearance. They couldn't handle her rebellious personality.
"Emma!" her Social worker, Ramona, called for her to come downstairs. "I don't want to meet any more couples, Ramona!" she called back. After a few moments, footsteps in the hallway could be 's door cracked open. "I told you already, you can't stay here forever. Your parents left you, and they weren't even the ones who brought you here!"
Emma ran from orphanage to orphanage to avoid any suspicion. She was, for some reason, forever stuck at the age of fourteen.
Emma looked at the had been here for a year now, the worst year of her life.I need to leave this awful place,she thought.
"I'm back!" Her 13-year-old best friend Naomi appeared at the had just got back from an interview. "I think he liked is moving all the way to Forks, Washington. Can you believe it?" Emma flipped her blonde hair behind her shoulder. "Good for you," she said. "That's awesome."
Emma stayed up most of the night thinking about how her best and only friend is moving over 4,000 miles away. Maybe I can run away to Washington with her!, she thought excitedly. She couldn't let her only friend leave her life forever, and she certainly didn't have a good life here in Alaska. Not without her.
Hey, Naomi!" she called in a loud whisper. "Mmm..." Naomi responded.
Emma threw a pillow at her." I'm up!" Naomi sat up, startled.
"I was thinking. Maybe I should move to Forks with you."
"What?" she said. "Are you crazy?"
"I don't like it here, Naomi. Maybe you can tell your new dad that I'm your sister? They HAVE to adopt me too."
Naomi shook her head ,confused. "I'll... I'll think about it.I just... need some sleep. And you do too. Maybe you'll change your mind when you wake up."
Naomi began to lay her head back down on her pillow.
"Okay, goodnight."
"I guess we can work this all out. How long have you known Emily?" John, the father adopting Naomi, asked. "Her name is Emma, and we have known each other for years." she lied. They had only been best friends for one year, but she wouldn't tell him that. "I will check more into that, but that means I'll need to do another interview." He said.
"I'll be back in a few days to claim you both."
Naomi rushed to the room she and Emma shared, and told her the amazing news. "That's great!" Emma sighed, happily.
"You'll have to do one more interview," Naomi reminded.
"That doesn't matter now, I'll finally have someone to treat me like I'm special."
Although Naomi was happy for her friend, she did feel a bit of regret for deciding to have John adopt her as well. Now she can't have all the love to herself.
"Are you girls both finished packing?" John shoved the small suitcases into the trunk on his black Hyundai. "Of don't have a lot of stuff to pack."
The girls climbed in the backseat.
"So, how does a dog sound?" John said as they already began driving, trying to make small talk with his new daughters.
"I've always wanted a dog!" Naomi exclaimed.
Naomi and John chatted away, leaving Emma alone to look out of the window watching the trees zoom by.