A/N: Ok, I forgot in the first chapter to write this, but I don't own Degrassi or any of it's characters, although I wish I owned Mr. Sean Cameron!!!! Lol ^_^
By the way, in this part, Emma is 16.… I don't know how old she REALLY is, so I made her the right age for the story!
~Four years in the future~
"Emma, don't you take that tone with me!" Mrs. Nelson shouted at her daughter. "Screw you!" Her daughter retorted, "I'm sixteen, almost an adult, so don't treat me like a fuckin baby!" Emma saw the tears welling up in her mom's eyes, and felt a slight pang of guilt, so to relieve it she stormed outside.
The whole fight had started when Emma wanted to go out, but her mom wanted her to watch Jack. I have better things to do than be annoyed by that little brat, Emma thought to herself, walking down the street. She shivered. I should've brought a jacket. She had only taken enough time to grab her purse before she left. Emma had no idea where she was going, so she just walked. It was 7:15, according to her silver and blue Roxy watch. If she had stayed at home to endure the torture that she went through almost daily, she would be putting Jack in bed right about now.
Suddenly she heard I'm Shakin, by Rooney coming from her purse. It was her cell phone. Emma looked on the display. Home - Answer? Emma sighed and selected 'No', then kept walking.
Emma kept walking aimlessly for quite a while after, then all of a sudden she heard a voice. "Get off my corner bitch." Emma looked around and saw she was on 97th Street. So not cool, this was not a good place to be at night. She looked for the source of the voice and saw a young girl, about 17 or so, wearing black stilettos with a matching black mini skirt, and a tight tank top.
"I'm sorry," said Emma shakily, realizing that this woman was a hooker, "I didn't realize where I was." The hooker stared steadily at Emma. "Yeah, whatever whore, this is my corner, so beat it before I beat you!"
Emma wanted to run, she wanted to run as fast as she could, but she just stood there rooted to the spot. "I-I-I'm Emma," she blurted out for no particular reason. The hooker smirked, "So?" For a while they just stood there. Then Emma looked down at herself. She was wearing a tight Dickies t-shirt, with dark blue jeans and light blue wedges. "Do I really look like a hooker?" she blurted out stupidly.
The other girl started walking slowly towards her. Oh, this is great, thought Emma, Now I get the shit kicked out of me as well! The hooker's expression was blank, but Emma thought she saw a small trace of a smile. "You really have some nerve saying something like that in a neighbourhood like this." Emma just stared, not knowing what to say.
Suddenly a black Mustang pulled up on he curb. The passenger side window rolled down slowly revealing the driver. It was a guy, about 20. He's kinda cute for a john, thought Emma. Then he spoke in a deep voice, "Hey Maddi, you found a friend?" The Maddi, now standing beside Emma, bent down to look in the window of the car, smirked. "Whatever jackass, can I help you tonight?"
The guy in the car laughed. "Only if I can get both of you for the price of one," he bargained. Maddi looked at Emma. "What do ya say?" she asked
Dum dum dum! Will she agree and turn herself into a whore, or will she say now and stay in her good-girl rut? Tune in next time to find out!
By the way, in this part, Emma is 16.… I don't know how old she REALLY is, so I made her the right age for the story!
~Four years in the future~
"Emma, don't you take that tone with me!" Mrs. Nelson shouted at her daughter. "Screw you!" Her daughter retorted, "I'm sixteen, almost an adult, so don't treat me like a fuckin baby!" Emma saw the tears welling up in her mom's eyes, and felt a slight pang of guilt, so to relieve it she stormed outside.
The whole fight had started when Emma wanted to go out, but her mom wanted her to watch Jack. I have better things to do than be annoyed by that little brat, Emma thought to herself, walking down the street. She shivered. I should've brought a jacket. She had only taken enough time to grab her purse before she left. Emma had no idea where she was going, so she just walked. It was 7:15, according to her silver and blue Roxy watch. If she had stayed at home to endure the torture that she went through almost daily, she would be putting Jack in bed right about now.
Suddenly she heard I'm Shakin, by Rooney coming from her purse. It was her cell phone. Emma looked on the display. Home - Answer? Emma sighed and selected 'No', then kept walking.
Emma kept walking aimlessly for quite a while after, then all of a sudden she heard a voice. "Get off my corner bitch." Emma looked around and saw she was on 97th Street. So not cool, this was not a good place to be at night. She looked for the source of the voice and saw a young girl, about 17 or so, wearing black stilettos with a matching black mini skirt, and a tight tank top.
"I'm sorry," said Emma shakily, realizing that this woman was a hooker, "I didn't realize where I was." The hooker stared steadily at Emma. "Yeah, whatever whore, this is my corner, so beat it before I beat you!"
Emma wanted to run, she wanted to run as fast as she could, but she just stood there rooted to the spot. "I-I-I'm Emma," she blurted out for no particular reason. The hooker smirked, "So?" For a while they just stood there. Then Emma looked down at herself. She was wearing a tight Dickies t-shirt, with dark blue jeans and light blue wedges. "Do I really look like a hooker?" she blurted out stupidly.
The other girl started walking slowly towards her. Oh, this is great, thought Emma, Now I get the shit kicked out of me as well! The hooker's expression was blank, but Emma thought she saw a small trace of a smile. "You really have some nerve saying something like that in a neighbourhood like this." Emma just stared, not knowing what to say.
Suddenly a black Mustang pulled up on he curb. The passenger side window rolled down slowly revealing the driver. It was a guy, about 20. He's kinda cute for a john, thought Emma. Then he spoke in a deep voice, "Hey Maddi, you found a friend?" The Maddi, now standing beside Emma, bent down to look in the window of the car, smirked. "Whatever jackass, can I help you tonight?"
The guy in the car laughed. "Only if I can get both of you for the price of one," he bargained. Maddi looked at Emma. "What do ya say?" she asked
Dum dum dum! Will she agree and turn herself into a whore, or will she say now and stay in her good-girl rut? Tune in next time to find out!