The Hidden Mark

I Walk Out for the Last Time

You know how they say "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade"? I'm about to tell you how I made this delectable beverage loved by many with the lemons life gave me. Just kidding! I made lemon flavored macaroons with a lemon-zest butter cream filling.

Ok. I know what you're thinking: drama queen much Emma? And yes, yes I do. Before we get into that let me introduce myself.
My full name is a Emma Grace Morgan, and my favorite color is lavender. I played lots of sports growing up — mainly track and swimming. When I was about 11 I got excepted into the Light Shiner Academy, which is an ordinary Christian boarding school or so I thought. You're probably wondering what is so special about that?

Well why don't I just start from the beginning and let you find out for yourself.

~*~

I had just finished putting the last of my things in my trunk and my older sister, Layla, busted into my room.

"Mom said it is time to go," she announced.

"Just a minute," I reply as I sit on the top of my trunk in order to latch it closed.

"Grab your bags and I'll help you carry them downstairs."

"What about your bags?"

"Don't worry, I've already taken them and put them in Mom's car."

Layla and I quickly grab my bags and rush downstairs.

"Hurry girls, or we will be late!" Mom warned.

"Yes ma'am!" I replied as I finished placing the rest of my thing in the car.

~*~

"Good thing we left early," Layla blurted out, her voice dripping in sarcasm, as we pulled into the parking lot ten minutes later than she wanted us to have. She is one of those people that believe if your not ten minutes early then you are late.

"Why yes, yes it is!" I shot back simply trying to annoy her because what else are younger sisters supposed to do besides get on your nerve.

"Girls! That is enough, we are not doing this again right now!" Mom intervened.

Mom quickly pulled into a parking spot as Layla gathered her things and I proceeded to put on my shoes while still trying to wake up from my nap. Along side us, my best friend, Eliot Thompson, proceeded to hop out of his mom's car followed closely by his sister Tara. I don't know what I would have done had Eliot not been excepted into the Academy too. It probably would've resulted in another one of my many joyous visits to the urgent care. Last spring when his family went on vacation I learned that sand and toasters do not mix well resulting in a lovely two inch scar on my left wrist from the fire it may or may not have caused.

I tried to open my door but it would not budge resulting in it coming to my attention that I had once again failed to recognize the door as still being locked. Glad to have gotten my daily dose of embarrassment out of the way, I flipped the thing off and attempted to open the car door once more. This time I succeeded. Ha, take that stubborn safety mechanism.

Layla had already made it back with a luggage cart by the time I had conquered my most recent opponent. Eliot and I raced to put both our things in our sisters' things on the cart.

"Take a chill pill you two!" Instructed Tara, as she hold back laughter.

"But I thought we're not supposed to take drugs," I said with a sly smirk.

"Layla, your sister is impossible!"

"I prefer the term 'commonly misunderstood'." I retorted.

"Of course you do!" She replied with a sigh of defeat.