My parents wanted to name me Gem, or Claire, or Cole if I was a boy, but they decided on the simple name of Emma. It means whole, universal, or complete. Dad says that's what I made their lives when I was born: complete. They said they didn't want to replace lost loved ones with me, and they wanted me to be my own individual. That's why they named me Emma Stewart.
I never inherited much of the Stewart charm, including the accent. The only things I got from Dad were my height, my skin tone and my lip shape. My unique trait was my eyes. A mix of blue, brown, and green. My hazel eyes. Other than that, I was a spitting image of Ruby Elizabeth Daly, abilities now included. We were closer to Mom's family too. I had met Great Grams a few times while on vacation in Virginia Beach, and Grandma and Grandpa seemed to love me with all their hearts. I miss them sometimes, but that just makes the few encounters that more exciting. My parents and I moved quite often until we landed in a suburban home in Texas. It's a humble place, beautiful. I have a giant room complete with a queen size bed and a sloth calendar.
I was always really happy with my parents, our relationship was strong. Everything was great until Mom told us that we had to go on the run since people would try to hunt me since I am now an Orange who can't control their abilities. Who hasn't chosen between good and bad. It's for the best I guess. It was about time for a change of scenery.
There isn't really much to lose, Chubs, Vida, and Zu are coming with us.
I just want to be safe.
Safe from the people who want to kill me or use me.
Safe from hurting the ones I love.
Safe from myself.