Chapter one- Meeting Emily

I was sitting in my first class waiting for school to start. I was reading Lord of the Rings when a young girl with short blonde hair and blue eyes wearing a perfectly pressed uniform with pants rather than a skirt waltzed into the room. She looked extremely confused and wandered the classroom feverishly. I thought she was adorable and would be even cuter if she wasn't so lost. "Can I help you?"

She jumped and grew an arrogant smile. "Emily Jones. I was just wondering if this was Mr. Macintosh's Algebra 2 class." Emily was definitely cuter when she wasn't confused, but I could tell she was still unsure. Her voice had a southern U.S. twang reminding me of the cowboy shows on the television or all the Clint Eastwood films.

"No. This is Miss Ashing's Calculus BC class. Macintosh is across the hall. I'm Arthur by the way." I sounded so different with my British accent. I was a little taken aback with the variations on voices.

"Nice to meet you Arthur. It's a pleasure." Emily stuck her hand out. I set my book down and grabbed her outstretched hand. She shook my hand violently, and I was shocked she was so strong. "I'm sorry. I train with my dad."

"Train?" I was genuinely curious.

"Yeah. My dad was a U.S. marshal. I trained everyday with him."

"Oh. Interesting. Is there anything else interesting about you?"

"Not really." Emily paused. "What about you?"

I didn't know to respond. I had never been asked what was interesting about me. "I'm the head editor for the school newspaper and yearbook."

"Cool. I heard a rumor you guys need a head photographer." Emily leaned against my desk anticipating my answer. I was curious how she knew I needed a head photographer. This confused and flustered girl knew our last head photographer left. I was shocked.

"H-How did you know?"

"Two guys were talking about how Wang had gone back to China so I asked who Wang was."

"What makes you think you can be a lead photographer?"

"I take great pictures and I'm a natural born leader."

"If you think you can do it, bring some pictures to the yearbook room after school. There are others who want the job too."

Emily winked and walked out the door. I was nervous hoping she would have good pictures and get the job, but at the same time I felt I would be more biased towards her if she did. I felt the pressure not to be too biased in her favor.