Chapter 2
Emily Hopper had no idea she was being watched by the three angels. All she was thinking about at the moment was the amount of homework that she had (which, by the way was a lot), and about her first week of school.
" So, how was your day at school" Emily's baby sitter Megan said.
"Fine." Emily replied with a fake smile.
I can't believe that I have to have a baby-sitter, Emily thought. I am thirteen; I don't need to be watched. She watched as Megan pulled into the driveway of her house. As she walked in, she stepped on something small and sharp. "ANDREW WILLIAM HOPPER GET OUT HERE NOW!!!!!!!!!" Emily yelled. "I just stepped on another one of your stupid toys!!" She continued on, not letting her voice quiet down any. Emily stomped off and into her room. Well, actually half a room.
It's not fare that I am the oldest and I still have to share MY room with Olivia, she thought to herself. As if it isn't bad enough that I just got switched to a new school where I don't know anyone, my best friend is grounded until June; and I am stuck, without a friend in a small, squished room. I am so lonely without anyone to talk to. On top of that, dad says I have to catch up in math with all of the chapters that the class has already done. That will take forever. I know it if my fault that I got kicked out of Bay Point, but he doesn't need to rub it in.
I would love, just for one day, to be the one who is popular, makes good grades, is the perfect roll model, and has absolutely on problems. Emily sighed, that is never going to happen, she thought. As she started to do her homework, she soon started to daydream. What would it be like to be Hermione from Harry Potter, or Misty, or... or. She picked up a book from inside her backpack. "My Dinner with Andrew" she read out loud. This is one of my favorite books, she thought. Touched by an Angel books are good, but things like that just don't happen. Angels don't even exist. They just say that to make you feel better.
She didn't really believe that, but she had lately had a hard time believing that there were angels that were sent out on "assignments" to help people.
Oh well, it looks as though I will have to take care of myself, because no one else will, Emily thought as she went to go to bed.
Emily Hopper had no idea she was being watched by the three angels. All she was thinking about at the moment was the amount of homework that she had (which, by the way was a lot), and about her first week of school.
" So, how was your day at school" Emily's baby sitter Megan said.
"Fine." Emily replied with a fake smile.
I can't believe that I have to have a baby-sitter, Emily thought. I am thirteen; I don't need to be watched. She watched as Megan pulled into the driveway of her house. As she walked in, she stepped on something small and sharp. "ANDREW WILLIAM HOPPER GET OUT HERE NOW!!!!!!!!!" Emily yelled. "I just stepped on another one of your stupid toys!!" She continued on, not letting her voice quiet down any. Emily stomped off and into her room. Well, actually half a room.
It's not fare that I am the oldest and I still have to share MY room with Olivia, she thought to herself. As if it isn't bad enough that I just got switched to a new school where I don't know anyone, my best friend is grounded until June; and I am stuck, without a friend in a small, squished room. I am so lonely without anyone to talk to. On top of that, dad says I have to catch up in math with all of the chapters that the class has already done. That will take forever. I know it if my fault that I got kicked out of Bay Point, but he doesn't need to rub it in.
I would love, just for one day, to be the one who is popular, makes good grades, is the perfect roll model, and has absolutely on problems. Emily sighed, that is never going to happen, she thought. As she started to do her homework, she soon started to daydream. What would it be like to be Hermione from Harry Potter, or Misty, or... or. She picked up a book from inside her backpack. "My Dinner with Andrew" she read out loud. This is one of my favorite books, she thought. Touched by an Angel books are good, but things like that just don't happen. Angels don't even exist. They just say that to make you feel better.
She didn't really believe that, but she had lately had a hard time believing that there were angels that were sent out on "assignments" to help people.
Oh well, it looks as though I will have to take care of myself, because no one else will, Emily thought as she went to go to bed.