Secret Life, an Emison Story

Girl in The Bar

Chapter 1: Girl in The Bar

Emily's POV.

"Truth or dare?" Hannah asked me. I don't even know why she even asked? She knew the answer was always going to be truth, like the previous two times.

"Truth."

"No fair, you can't choose truth two times in a row, it's against the rules." There was a little wine in her voice.

"Fine, dare." An evil smile crept onto Hanna's face.

"Go into that bar using your fake I.D, order a drink, then come back, with the proof."

"Seriously?"

"Yep, I'm dead serious."

"Where did you even get the I.D's?" Aria asked.

"I know a guy." Was Hannah's response.

"Would that guy's name be Caleb?" Spencer commented.

"You guys are really hitting it off, aren't you." Aria said.

"He's pretty cool." Hanna responded.

"I'm going to get you for this." I threatened, like you would to a friend.

I walked over to the bar, I was so nervous, what would happen if the I.D didn't work? Would he call the cops? My Mom would kill me before the cops could even charge me. It felt like sweat was running down my forehead, but there wasn't. My heart was beating like a hummingbird, I approached the door, and entered.

I sat on one of the rusty cold metal bar stools. The lighting was horrible, there was one little light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and it was flickering. There was the tiniest sliver of light coming from the tiny mouse-eaten looking hole in the roof.

To sum up the atmosphere in the room, it was dreary and depressing. The counter was wooden, I didn't want to put my bare skin down on it, in fear I would get many tiny slivers.

"Aren't you a little young to be here?" The bartender asked, he sounded Swedish, he clearly only asked out of protocol, he personally could have cared less if I was fifteen, which I was.

"No, I just look fifteen. I'm actually twenty one, thanks for the compliment. Maybe I should consider acting in one of those teen dramas, I could certainly pass for one. If you ever see me on tv, you will know you are the one who helped me get there." I was ranting now, I did that sometimes when I got nervous. He looked like he could have cared less.

"I.D, now." I dug around in my pocket for it, I swear I had it with me. I always carried it with me, because I never knew what Hanna was planning. Then I remembered, I had taken it out of this hoodie, and put it into my ripped jeans, which my Mom had washed this morning claiming that they needed to be washed. I took it out of this hoodie, because it had to be washed, I put it into my ripped jeans, because they were my favorite pair of jeans for this time of year.

"Sorry, I swear I do have one." A girl who was sitting at the edge of the bar, that I hadn't noticed till now, came towards me. She looked my age, her eyes were bright blue, and she was wearing a black hoodie, burgundy and brown sneakers, and ripped black jeans. Her lightly tinted brown blonde curly hair was in a messy ponytail. There were tiny pieces of her hair that were a medium dark brown. She obviously wasn't a natural blonde, but who really was. Hannah had blonde hair like her as well.

"Don't worry, I know her, she's cool." The girl said, I couldn't believe that this random stranger was helping me out, maybe there were still some good people in the world.