Reverse this curse. - chapter II.
"Emilieeeeee!" The girl opened her eyes when his brother entered in the room screaming and turning the light on; she was not used to wake up so early.
"Arrgg, why so much euphoria?" She said, covering his head with a pillow.
"In half an hour I want you in the kitchen for breakfast, okay?" He approached her, and took the pillow off.
"Yes..." Emilie said, half sleep, just before his brother gave her a kiss on the forehead and left her alone in her room.
The girl got out of bed, still half asleep, and went to the closet. She took a white vest, a black underbust corset, a mini skirt with black and white squares and, of course, her ever-present military boots. She went into the bathroom, already dressed, and after straightening her hair and teased a bit the higher layers, approached the mirror and delineated her eyes in black. They had a strange color. They were light brown, and sometimes they seemed green. And neither her brother or her father had a the same eye color as her. Emilie thought maybe she had inherited that strange color from her mother, who abandoned them as she was born. Although she did not like to think so, Emilie hated that woman, even if she didn't keep even a memory of her, cause she basically had not even known her.
Emilie went out from the bathroom already prepared at all, there were still a few minutes until half past eight, and the classes didn't begin until nine o'clock. She came to the kitchen, where she met Ronnie eating two toasts and orange juice.
"Wow." She said as she sat at the table. "You made me the breakfast!"
"But don't get used to that, you know I'm a fucking slacker." Emilie smiled, and began to eat.
It was twenty to nine when they came out of the house, to get into Ronnie's car, a secondhand dark blue Ford Fiesta. He had taken his driver's license a few months ago, and hadn't got money to buy a new car.
"We're going to pick up a friend, okay?" Ronnie said loudly above the music sounding in the car's compact disc.
They stopped the car in front of some buildings, and both got out of the car; Ronnie did not want to leave her sister alone for a second. They approached to one of those buildings, and Ronnie rang on the third floor.
After a short period of time, the door of the portal was opened, and a guy a little taller than Emilie but shorter than Ronnie came outside, he had more or less the same age as them, with black bangs covering his eyes, dressed in a Marilyn Manson shirt, skinny black trousers and a cigarette between his lips. Emilie noticed the snakebites piercings in his bottom lip, and another one in the left side of the nose, and a tattoo on his neck.
"Damn." Thought Emilie, still looking stunned at him. "It's the perfect guy for me! With emo hair, piercings and tattoos, and I'm sure he can do guttural, which would make me imagine that he also do that as he cums, and that makes me more horny!"
The girl came out of his reverie when her thoughts were cut off by the voice of the stranger asking Ronnie who she was.
"Ah, yes, this is Emilie, my little sister. I had talked to you about her, remember? She spent two years in Spain ..."
He didn't seem very interested, so he then opened the back door and entered in Ronnie's car.
"Dude, throw the cigarette, Emilie hates the smoke." Ronnie said as he went along with Emilie in the car.
"Pfff, yeah." He opened the window and threw it. "You're not one of those damn straight edge, are you?" He said to the girl.
"With great pride, sir." She answered with the same tone.
"Seriously, what's so funny in being that?"
"Max, shut up, man." Ronnie said, trying to avoid any conflict between his best friend and his little sister.
"Seeing another ones die of lung cancer, or ethyl commas." She said with a cynical smile, and saw in the mirror the expression of the boy, surprised and confused.
Ten minutes later, they already were in high school, in the front yard, since classes began in five minutes. They arrived, and Emilie was behind his brother and Max, who went to where three guys were sitting, and they also had around the same age. They were presented, they three were Robert, Bryan and Omar, drums and lead guitarists of Ronnie's band, so Emilie assumed that Max, the annoying guy, was the bassist.
Just before the bell rang, they saw a girl with long straight hair, brown with blond and black highlights, running toward them, and giving Emilie a warm hug. She was Juliet, unmistakable, always with a smile on her face.
"Emilieee! I missed you so much!" They were chatting and talking about how much they had missed each other, until the bell rang signaling the start of classes.
"Shit, and I don't know in what damned class I am." Said Emilie, crossing her arms.
"You must go to management to ask." Max replied, yet almost expressionless. "Bah, I'll go with you, and miss some class time."
They went to management when all the others had gone to their respective classes, Emilie gave her name to the porter, who said her class would be 4 D.
"Cool." Max said as they climbed the stairs together, heading for the class. "Apparently we are in the same class."
Emilie Scarlett.