Disclaimer: The six friends and other characters are not owned by me. But
Emily and some others are.
Chapter 1: Little Surprises
The early morning sun gleamed through the window of Rachel and Joey's New York City apartment lightening up the cute features of a little girl about the age of 6 years of age. Her soft chestnut curls cascaded down her shoulders. She gently lifted her head off the soft pillow and jumped out of bed. She grabbed her worn and torn teddy bear and ran to the bathroom, her ballerina jimmies hanging loosely to her thin but muscular body. "Good morning, mommy!" she said as she passed by Rachel in the kitchen.
"Good morning, Emily." Rachel replied with no enthusiasm.
When Emily returned from the bathroom, teddy bear and all, she climbed onto a stool at the counter and asked, "What's for breakfast?"
"Hmmmmm..Let's see...there's cereal, cereal, and CEREAL!!!" she said as Joey came out of his room, and sat down next to Emily on a stool.
"So..What's for breakfast?" he asked stupidly.
"CEREAL!!!!!!!!" Rachel yelled flinging her arms wildly.
"gee, what's her problem?" Joey asked nudging Emily.
"I really don't know, Joey. I'm as out of the loop as you are." Emily responded hugging her teddy bear more tightly than before.
"NOTHING is the matter!!" just as she said this a man came out of her room. The apartment went awkwardly silent for a moment until Rachel broke the silence.
"This is Roger, he works with me at Ralph Lauren's." she said gesturing towards the man standing in her doorway wondering why there was a little girl sitting at the kitchen counter.
"I should go get ready for school. You know that bus doesn't wait for little first graders." she said looking away from Roger, and jumping down off the the stool trying to look composed as she briskly walked to her room, stumbling over her feet in her haste.
"But it's only 7:00 and the bus doesn't come until 8:00." said Joey a little bewildered.
"Well..umm..I.like to...warm my seat up! You now those benches are very cold. I like to let my butt's heat defrost it. She rambled and then abruptly stopped realizing what she was saying.
They all just stared at her in awe as she walked by them into her room where she fell onto her bad and cried.
Emily screamed into her pillow "I HATEWHEN SHE BRINGS GUYS HOME I'VE NEVER MET!!!! SHE HATES ME, SHE'S NEVER GONNA LOVE ME! WHY?!" she cried until she could cry no more, then she got dressed into a jean jumper with a white flowery shirt and stocking.
She went over to her bureau to get her favorite ruffled socks, and her pink bow to hold back her silky ringlets out of her face. She slid her Mary-Jane's on and packed her bag for school.
As she opened the door she caught a glimpse of her mother and Roger kissing passionately, and immediately watched her feet as she went for the door to leave. They quickly stopped kissing. "Aren't you going to have breakfast?" Rachel asked the younger version of herself.
"Ummm..I kinda lost my appetite." throwing her mother's worry back in her face.
"Oh.ok. Have a nice..." but before she could finish the door slammed behind Emily's tear-streaked face.
Chapter 1: Little Surprises
The early morning sun gleamed through the window of Rachel and Joey's New York City apartment lightening up the cute features of a little girl about the age of 6 years of age. Her soft chestnut curls cascaded down her shoulders. She gently lifted her head off the soft pillow and jumped out of bed. She grabbed her worn and torn teddy bear and ran to the bathroom, her ballerina jimmies hanging loosely to her thin but muscular body. "Good morning, mommy!" she said as she passed by Rachel in the kitchen.
"Good morning, Emily." Rachel replied with no enthusiasm.
When Emily returned from the bathroom, teddy bear and all, she climbed onto a stool at the counter and asked, "What's for breakfast?"
"Hmmmmm..Let's see...there's cereal, cereal, and CEREAL!!!" she said as Joey came out of his room, and sat down next to Emily on a stool.
"So..What's for breakfast?" he asked stupidly.
"CEREAL!!!!!!!!" Rachel yelled flinging her arms wildly.
"gee, what's her problem?" Joey asked nudging Emily.
"I really don't know, Joey. I'm as out of the loop as you are." Emily responded hugging her teddy bear more tightly than before.
"NOTHING is the matter!!" just as she said this a man came out of her room. The apartment went awkwardly silent for a moment until Rachel broke the silence.
"This is Roger, he works with me at Ralph Lauren's." she said gesturing towards the man standing in her doorway wondering why there was a little girl sitting at the kitchen counter.
"I should go get ready for school. You know that bus doesn't wait for little first graders." she said looking away from Roger, and jumping down off the the stool trying to look composed as she briskly walked to her room, stumbling over her feet in her haste.
"But it's only 7:00 and the bus doesn't come until 8:00." said Joey a little bewildered.
"Well..umm..I.like to...warm my seat up! You now those benches are very cold. I like to let my butt's heat defrost it. She rambled and then abruptly stopped realizing what she was saying.
They all just stared at her in awe as she walked by them into her room where she fell onto her bad and cried.
Emily screamed into her pillow "I HATEWHEN SHE BRINGS GUYS HOME I'VE NEVER MET!!!! SHE HATES ME, SHE'S NEVER GONNA LOVE ME! WHY?!" she cried until she could cry no more, then she got dressed into a jean jumper with a white flowery shirt and stocking.
She went over to her bureau to get her favorite ruffled socks, and her pink bow to hold back her silky ringlets out of her face. She slid her Mary-Jane's on and packed her bag for school.
As she opened the door she caught a glimpse of her mother and Roger kissing passionately, and immediately watched her feet as she went for the door to leave. They quickly stopped kissing. "Aren't you going to have breakfast?" Rachel asked the younger version of herself.
"Ummm..I kinda lost my appetite." throwing her mother's worry back in her face.
"Oh.ok. Have a nice..." but before she could finish the door slammed behind Emily's tear-streaked face.