Emily finally woke up from her fever dream.
What the actual fuck was that, she thought to herself, rolling over in her sweat drenched sheets. As if she'd fall in love with someone named Jim.
"Oh, you're up!" her mom said and she walked into the room. "I brought you some water." Emily just groaned into her pillow. She's pretty sure that dream gave her brain trauma.
"Thanks mom," she muttered. Her mom set the water down on her bedside table, moving an opened container of NyQuil out of the way, before taking a seat at the edge of the bed. She leaned over to put a hand on Emily's head. "Feeling any better, sweetie?"
"Yeah," Emily lied. (Me when I lie.) "I had the weirdest dream though." Dad was in it, she wanted to say but she didn't want to upset her mom.
"Was the house a children's play toy again?"
"No, it was some weird YA fantasy type thing. It made like no sense."
"Hm. Sounds like a blast." Emily snorted, before replying, "Yeah, I met a middle schooler named Jim."
"Well I have to go to work honey. You'll be okay here on your own?" Emily nodded and her mom pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll call you around noon to check in. There's soup in the fridge. I love you!"
With that, she left. Emily stayed in bed, wanting to be completely useless and do absolutely nothing.
She must have fallen back asleep because she woke up facing her window and she distinctly remembers falling asleep the other way. Fighting the grogginess from her eyes, she turned her head to see her alarm clock. 11:38. Ugh, it wasn't even noon! She's so quirky and cool and unique. She's not like other girls. She has undiagnosed mental illness.
Her dad was downstairs for some reason. "Hey" she said. "Go cum in some prisoners." She threw a vase at him.
"Yo what the fuck," he said. "I'm here to like...idk be like 'Hey i'm a good dad'".
"Go back to your other family," Emily said with disgust. He couldn't even manage his first family but he wanted to go and ruin a whole other set. That sucked. He sucked.
"Hey I'm a great dad!" he insisted. "I...was there when you were born!"
"Hey how about you stfu bitch." Emily threw the family cat at him and he finally left. Then she sat on the stairs and cried because she was said and she's not like other girls, she has feelings. She's actually the only person in this entire world that feels feelings. That's why she's so unique and quirky.
"Welp time to go to high school! Because I am unique, I'm going to dress not like a slut. I'm not like the other slutty whorish stupid slut girls. I'm going to wear a sweatshirt and leggings" she said out loud like a psychopath. There was no one to hear her, not even her cat, because her cat was fucking dead because she threw it at a person.
She left for school, even though she was sick like three paragraphs ago.
Then she said, "hey fuck this im going to go have sex." She grabbed the nearest person and said "hey are you 18?" He said "yes I'm 18. are you 18?". "yes" emily responded. "Let's have consensual sex." And they did. I don't feel like writing a sex scene so I will just write down sexy words: sex vagina pussy penis cock vein bulge fuck anal sex.
When she got to school, she died. All her feelings caught up with her at once and she died. And because no one else had feelings, they just said "dayum that's a dead body" and went on their way and didn't even move her out of the way. She became a speedbump for the school. And because she's dead I don't have to write this story anymore! I'm free!
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Secrets of Magic
Teen FictionEmily's father was once a good man, who treated people with care, kindness and respect. Once was a good man. Magic, however, had corrupted him, making him the real life antagonist. To help him, Emily Hahn will have to set out with other magical peop...
