Emmi

The forum. Another reason to get up in the morning.

. He saved what I loved. He kept us safe. I owe him my life. We all do.

Emmi's POV

The light, that I hoped for, wasn't there when I woke up. It never was. I lived in the dark attic of my house. Alone.

I got up. I was kind of hungry but I ignored it and went onto the forum. I posted

I'll be going to my ID parents house soon. I may not be able to post for a while but anyway, hey!

I posted it then read the posts I had missed. Ooo! New person. No, new girl. Dang! I was kind of hopeing for a guy to spice things ever.

I then posted

Oh BTW hey Elisabeth I'm Emmi.

Aj continued my sentence with

Emmi and I have been talking on here for a while. Oh and I'm AJ.

This new Elisabeth responded with

Oh, Hi Emmi. Good to know your names. Do you go to Harlow?

No, I don't go to Harlow, yet. I'm hoping to be able to go to school there some day. Anyway I have to go and get some breakfast. Bye guys.

I logged off and stopped my feat on the floor. I then yelled CAN I HAVE BREAKFAST!!??

It sucked not being able to leave the attic.

A couple minutes later My sister came up with a bowl of gray, watered-down porridge. I was greatful for food so I ate it.

I finished and sat to read. That was my normal day. Reading.

The next day

My mom, dad, and sisters taped the box closed with as much tape as they could find. Dad placed the box carfully into the trunk of the car and, I think, got into the front.

We drove for, what seemed like, hours. We passed the sound off big cities. They started to thin out into what seemed like a suburban area then into rural. Cows mooed and that was all we heard. The occasional car passed but that was the only sounds of life I heard other than us.

We stopped on a dirt, or gravel, driveway. My dad's door opened and closed. I heard him walk towards the trunk and open the trunk. He took the box, me, out of the trunk and carefully carried me into a warmer area than outside. He set the box down and a knife cut into the box. I leaned away from it which was difficult in the small box. My dad opened the box. I eagerly climbed out and, instinctively, streached. I finished streaching and looked around.

My dad cleared his throat. What do you think of your new home?

I turned to him. My...new home? You mean...I have to stay here?

My dad hugged me. He held me away for a second to look at me. Sweetie, you know thats the safest way.

Okay I guess I have to. Bye dad. Love you.

I love you too sweetie. Oh and be nice to these perents. They just lost their children and are being very genrous here.

Alright dad.

He left. I sat down in what looked like a living room and waited. They finally came home 2 or so hours later. I heard them walk in and I stood up from the couch and I walked into the front room/kitchen. They didn't look happy or excited to see me. I half waved and the lady said.

Your room is upstairs. Dinner is at 7:00 tonight. Your expected to be in bed at 9:30. Don't go out of line. Pretty much everything that is a normal rule everywhere else is a normal rule here.

That was helpful. Not. I had never had normal rules. My bedroom was upstairs so the...attic. Again.

Do you guys have a computer I can use?

Uhh...Sure. I'll bring one up to your room, Later. She smiled at me. But for now, Go up stairs and get used to your room. I'll call you when dinner's ready.

I scrambled up-stairs, like a good girl. I sat down on the cot. Their version of a bed. I looked around the room. It was more spacious than my other room. They seemed to store their unused books up here. That was good for me. I'd probably already read them all but reading was what I was used to so that didn't change too much.