Thank you very very to Skylar the Swifthearted and Nobody has no body for the support! LY!
Emmy made her way to her first class at Coates. Her blouse was rigid, the tie choked her and the blazer felt like a box. She opened the classroom door and nearly everyone stared at her. She scanned the room for a seat, and as she did she noticed the smirks of the boys and the looks of the girls. Some of contempt. Others of jealousy. She spotted two empty seats beside each other towards the middle of the room. Emmy wasn't the type of girl who would try and make friends. Others came to her. She walked over towards the seats, ignoring the fact that all eyes were on her, the new girl.
"Fresh meat," she heard a boy call her. She sat down and glanced at all those around her. Most looked away.
"Hi good-looking," the boy behind her said.
Emmy turned around and laughed at the massive, ugly brute who had the audacity to try and flirt with her. "Pity that I can't say the same about you," she said with wry smile.
The boy laughed, clearly thinking that she wasn't sincere. "I'm Max," he introduced himself.
"I'm a person who couldn't care less," Emmy replied. She looked forward again, waiting for the teacher.
Max grabbed a piece of her ponytail and played with it. "I like blondes," he mused.
Emmy positioned her hair over her shoulder, away from his reach. "I'm sorry to tell you," Emmy didn't bother to turn around, "But I'm not a fan of people with faces that make me want to throw up. Why don't you talk to someone who does? Or is blind?"
"I would," Max replied, "but I want to talk to you."
"Too bad for you," Emmy laughed.
"What's her problem?" Max asked the boy beside him.
"Maybe she's on her period?" The two boys laughed, trying to embarrass Emmy.
When Emmy made no response Max attempted to provoke her. "My friend wants to know, are you on your period?"
Emmy finally looked back, and frowned at the two boys, "We've only just met. I doubt our periods would be in sync." The boys both flared and told her to go away.
When the teacher entered the noise didn't quieten down as Emmy expected. "Quiet!" he yelled at them. He was a fifty something balding man who looked like he didn't even know what a gym was. "Welcome back," he said with a distinct lack of enthusiasm, as he took off his tweed jacket. "Before we get into any fun English, I'm told there is a new student in this class." He grabbed a sheet of paper from his cluttered desk. "So come up to the front and introduce yourself, Emmeline… Soren." The teacher's face twisted into a look of horror as Emmy stood up to walk to the front. "No-, noth-, nothing to… Caine Soren?" the teacher stuttered, hoping the answer was no.
"Actually, he's my brother," Emmy noticed everyone was looking at her again, although many had fear and respect in their eyes.
Emmy stood at the front and looked at the teacher, who was taking deep breathes to calm himself. When he finally managed it he cleared his throat, "I'm Mr McFarland, your English teacher. Tell us about yourself, Emmeline. What do you like to do in your spare time?"
Emmy turned to face the class. "Call me Emmy, everyone does. I guess I like shopping and music and hanging out with my friends. What else do you want to know?" Emmy turned to Mr McFarland.
"Does anyone have a question for Emmeline?" He had evidently not been listening to her. Barely anyone cared enough to ask a question, except a few boys who had devious looks. Mr McFarland sighed, regretting what he had said. He pointed to Max.
"What's your bra size?" he asked. All the boys laughed and the girls just cringed.
Emmy's face was unchanged, "I'm sorry but I doubt I could lend you one. You probably have the biggest boobs out of anyone here." There was a stunned silence before the class erupted into laughter. The Max's face turned to the colour of beetroot and he tried to silence the class with a furious scowl, but it just made them laugh harder.
"Quiet!" Mr McFarland shouted again. "Maybe you should sit down," he told Emmy.
"Hey," a girl with bleached hair called to Emmy as she walked past. "Sit with us." She was sitting in a group with two other girls. They looked like the popular girls, just the type that Emmy would hang out with. Emmy grabbed her bag and sat down in the empty seat. "I'm Piper," the girl said. "This is Shelley and Alexa." The two girls waved and smiled at Emmy.
"Hey," Emmy smiled back.
"You seem really cool and fun," Piper said with a smile, though it dissipated. "But I'm in charge, got it?"
Emmy smiled a sweet smile back. "Of course," Emmy said, while thinking, 'We'll just see about that'.
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Diana absent-mindedly twirled her hair about, ignoring the rowdy children around her. The bell finally rang for lunch. She walked with Caine to the dining hall.
A guy walked up beside them. "Hey, Caine, dude."
"What do you want Chunk?" Caine had been in a foul mood ever since he had arrived at Coates.
"I heard a rumour that your sister is at Coates. Is that true?"
"Yes," Caine snapped. "Now go away."
Diana suspected that the reason for Caine's demeanour was Emmy. He had clearly expected her to roll over and do whatever he told her to do. Although something didn't seem right to Diana. "You know your sister…." Diana started but she trailed off.
"No, I don't know her at all," Caine said sarcastically. Diana thought that it was probably not the best time to bring this up. "Go on," Caine urged.
"It's just, you two look nothing alike," Diana said.
Caine shrugged, "I know, so?"
"It's weird," Diana explained.
"What do you mean?" Caine asked.
"Well, you look so different from each other, that you would never guess you're related."
"Maybe we're not," Caine added a laugh, but it seemed forced.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Diana was intrigued.
"Emmy is so like my Mum it's scary, but there's bits of Dad in there too. Me? No similarities to either of them." A grave expression crossed Caine's face. "There's no photos of me when I was just born."
"Really?" Diana asked.
"My parents say there was a fire when I was like three months old which destroyed all the photos of me. But we have their wedding album, and all the photos of them before I was born. There's even a family photo taken at what would have been my first Christmas, but I'm not in it."
Diana didn't know what to say. Caine never relied on Diana for emotional support. No one did. "Maybe the wedding album and all were in a different part of the house from pictures of you. And the family photo thing could be that you were asleep and they didn't want to wake you."
"We moved house after the fire. Very far away from where my parents lived originally. Kind of weird, don't you think?"
"You're being paranoid," Diana tried to reassure him.
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Emmy sat down at a table beside her new friends. She looked around the room. The school had tried to make the dining room seem friendly, but with half the people terrifying the other half, the desired effect was not achieved.
"I hate my eyes," Shelley huffed, blowing out some air.
"Why?" Alexa asked.
"They're an ugly boring grey," Shelley sighed.
"I understand," Piper said with sympathy. "I guess that I'm lucky because I have brown eyes, which everyone knows are the prettiest."
Shelley and Alexa nodded in agreement. "I have blue eyes, which are the worst!" Alexa moped, and Piper held her hand, as if to help her through it.
It took all of Emmy's will to fight back the laugh that was desperate to get out. Alexa had big gorgeous sky-blue eyes with a little twinkle in them. Piper's eyes were brown. Not dark and deep like Caine had, or the warm chocolate colour that Emmy noticed Diana had. But brown, like mud. She had only met Piper four hours ago, but she did not like her in in the slightest. She had a way of seeming humble and almost worthy of pity while she bragged and acted as if she was better than everyone.
"What colour are your eyes?" Alexa asked Emmy. She couldn't be bothered with the long explanation.
"Blue and green," Emmy answered.
"Cool, like aqua?" Shelley asked.
"No, blue AND green."
Alexa got right up in Emmy's face and stared at her eyes. "Whoa, that's cool," Alexa smiled. "You're like that guy from the 'Style' music video!"
Emmy laughed, "Have I found a fellow Swiftie?" Alexa let out a little squeal of excitement.
"I don't really like Taylor Swift," Piper said, as if that would mean all mention of her was now banned for life.
"Why?" Emmy asked.
Piper shrugged, "She's not that pretty and she can't even sing. Plus all her songs are about her exes, that's just sad."
"That's your opinion," Emmy gave Piper a sweet smile, the type that Piper herself wore constantly.
Piper shrugged, "I suppose. But having two different colours of eyes? I can't think of anything worse." Piper tried to look sad for Emmy. But the smirk that she was failing to conceal gave the game away.