Emily was just a plain ordinary girl. She lived in Connecticut and she had the best friends and family. She always fit in around them and she never felt alone.
But she was different. Unlike everyone else in the world her ears were pointy. Not just a little bit pointy but a lot.
She tried not to let anyone notice. She never got haircuts and she never wore ponytails or headbands. Her parents did not even know of her secret.
She had lived with them for as long as she could remember. Emily could remember everything that happened to her from when she was six up until now.
She only had two memories of when she was a small child. They were a fire burning lots of trees and a palace.
Emily never knew why she remembered the palace. She always thought it was from a dream.
One day at school Emily was in gym with her two friends, Gabbi, and Hannah. They were playing basketball.
Emily was terrible at basketball. The ball would always hit her if she tried to catch it. She could not make any shots. The ball always rolled away if she dribbled it. Today was no exception.
"Pass to me," Hannah yelled. Gabbi who was dribbling the ball passed it to Hannah. "Look out Emily this one is for you," she yelled.
Emily tried to catch the ball, but without any success. The ball moved away from her. It hit her right in the ear!
Gabbi and Hannah rushed over to Emily who was lying on the floor. Gabbi tried to pull back Emily's long sleek hair to see if her ear was okay. Emily grabbed her hand before she could.
While Emily was holding Gabbi's hand Hannah pulled back her hair. What she saw surprised her. She could see a pointy ear. Gabbi saw this too.
Emily let go of Gabbi's hand and ran out of the gym as fast as she could. She decided to leave the school.
Emily ran home as fast as she could. When she opened the door her parents were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee.
"Mom am I adopted," she said.
"Yes you are," was the answer she received.