A/N Hey everyone. I know you hate me since I didn't post yesterday (in Burning Memories A/N I said Saturdays will be Macy Brown days) but I was going to but I went to see Abduction ( with Taylor Hot-ner ;)) last night and my dad's movie went out a half hour after mine ended so I didn't get back till 10:30 sorry. This is Emily's dirty little secret chapter so enjoy. Also, please do not report because of this. It pisses me off when people get reported, so don't be mean and report. Enjoy Love you guys Bye!

Emily

Me and Emily were great friends. Best friends at the least. We had our fights over boys and things that now seemed so meaningless, but through thick and thin we were close.

Before I died, Emily was so confedient and sassy, acting like she could do anything. When we met, in junior high, I was the girl who ran away from the world while she was the strong one who laughed at haters. It wore off on me and with grace, she let me take the throne as queen bee. But now, she seemed fearful not fearless and quiet and shy instead of loud and sassy.

It shocked me since Emily was always with someone, from me to Marissa to Bryce to one of the cheerios or popular kids, so why would she be so blocked off from the world? I knew it was because I was her best friend and I was now gone, but I wanted to think that that was just stupid and a lie. But I knew it wasn't, especially when Emily started to change.

I knew something was wrong when Emily quit Cheerios. She loved it and besides glee club it was her favorite part of the day. Then she dumped Bryce and started to sit at a table all alone. Emily started to wear gray, bulky hoodies and ugly sweatpants. She stopped eating, becoming extremely thin, and soon the light in her eyes disappeared. She looked...dead. Her thined out cheeks made her face look very sharp and severe and her eyes were glazed over all the time. It scared me.

Now, every day I would watch my friends and family from my cloud. On the day I learned of Damian's cutting problem's, I learned Emily's little secret. I couldn't stand watching my lover harm himself, so I distracted myself by watching Emily. Now, when I saw what I had saw, it was shocking as hell. I had heard about the stoner's bonfires where they smoked pot and snorted coke and injected meth into their veins. But seeing Emily there, some pothead's arm around her shoulder, smoking a blunt of pot, was horrifying.

Every puff she took added to the horror. She would blow out her nose streams of smoke, long and airy. Emily would inhale all the fumes before taking another puff. Of all the years I have known the latina, this was always something she frowned on and had made it her mission to stop druggies habits. It shocked me that she would do this.

Emily was a privelfed kid, with 2 parents who loved and supported her. She had tons of friends, was a straight A student, and was someone who would never turn to drugs for anything. Then I heard her sob into the druggies arm. Her voice was muffled, but I could easily here her talk.

"I just can't believe they would do this," she sobbed, "I mean, they were so happy. And now that Macy's gone, I feel like I have noone."

"Why's that?," the druggie asked.

"Because my fucking best friend is dead and my fucking parents are getting a divorce!," Emily snarled. I was shocked. Emily's parents seemed so happy, but I've learned that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Damian seemed like a sane, sweet irish boy, but was really a unstable cutter. Emily seemed so confedient, but really was fragile and has turned to drugs as support. And someone in glee club seemed like someone who would never kill a classmate. Boy was I wrong.

My name is Macy Elizabeth Brown. I was killed on September 14th and I've learned that appearence isn't really a good judgement of character.

A/N That's chapter 3. Next chapters either Samuel or Bryce so look out for that. Alert, favorite and review. Love you guys Bye!

UndercoverGleek ;)