Adopted by Emma Watson.

t h i r t y - o n e

If I had to write my college essay about anything, it would be about these last few months. A lot has happened, and I might not be able to fit in it into one little explanation. That night it occurred to me that I was being reckless and not valuing the freedom that I was given. I forgot that there were a lot of powerful people out there. 

It doesn't matter how famous you are, that doesn't stop people from coming after you. Emma taught me that one the night of the party. But the thing was they weren't after her at all, it was me they wanted, and that was scary. For everyone. 

It wasn't like I was on lockdown, because she didn't believe me at first, she wouldn't. She refused, and that got us those few months of chaos. Things sped up and then slowed down, but they didn't fully stop. A time in my life, I didn't want. It'd be a hell of a college ESSAY though. That's upside. 

But seeing as a woman like Emma Watson failed to see the dark side of life, my warnings weren't heeded. Oh how I wish they were. But that doesn't matter now, I was just simply mad at myself for awhile. But it all started that night, a long hard string events we didn't know we started. It wasn't even Emma dealing with them at the most part, it was Olivia and I. 

We started noticing the little things at first, like how we felt that we were being watched while we walked to school. Sometimes we'd drive, during some of the last practices we felt we were being watched. It was a feeling we had learned to either ignore or explore. On means we didn't know. We didn't tell anyone either, that's not exactly something someone believes when you tell them. 

I found it harder to breathe in our uniforms, I'd always have to loosen my tie, I'd get scolded for it of course. I'd return home looking a reck, the few buttons I had at the top were loose, my tie was almost undone, if not already. My blazer nearly half off before I managed to get through the door, my button down shirt untucked. My hair a reck, I spent most hours studying for finals anyway, by the time I got home I'd look like that. Emma always tried fixing it, no use. 

The first time it happened she nearly had a heart attack she thought I was like that all day. Even if I was going to change as soon as I got home, she would button up my shirt, tie my tie, tuck in my shirt, pull my blazer back on. I would groan the whole way through it. 

"Looks like Emma did help you this morning," Olivia teased, my shirt wasn't buttoned, my tie wasn't tied. 

"Shut up, she wasn't home, she had a scene she needed to finish," I add, "thank god for it, if she saw me now, I'd be in my grave."

"You look hotter like that anyways, she probably get's all flustered thinking about you like that," Olivia stuck a fry in her mouth. "Honestly I don't know how she hasn't jumped your bones."

"Because, I am her kid maybe."

"Doesn't count, she definitely wants too, maybe she is romantic and waiting for the right time."

"Mhmm, sure we'll go with that one, 'waiting for the right time' what is she a virgin fourteen year old girl who is dated a seventeen year old waiting for her first time? I don't think so, maybe she doesn't want to."