Dear Emilie, it's Noah

The first move

1 year later

I sit up in bed and rub my eyes. There's nothing like waking up to the beautiful Friday morning sunshine, blue birds chirping by your window and your lawyer mother yelling at you to "get your lazy teenage tush out of bed".

I zombie walk to the sink, and splash my face with water. I'm pretty sure If the apocalypse comes at 7:30 in the morning I would fit in with the zombies.

When I finish at the sink I get dressed. I throw on some green jeans, a blue and green tank, my yellow All Stars, and a white sweater.

I put my long hair up in a ponytail and I adjust my glasses as I start down the stairs. "Emilie!" Mom calls and I roll my eyes.

I mean I love my mom and all its just, she doesn't get me. Not the real Emilie. She doesn't even get the Emilie I have to be around her.

She's the "you got to go for it or I'll leave you on the side of the road" kinda person. I'll admit she freaks me out at times, but I wouldn't have done half the things in my life if she hadn't pushed me to.

To be honest, most people think she's joking when she says I'm hers. But I don't mind, I connect better with my Da.

He's a german stay-at-home artist and he's quiet, calm and caring. I'm like him. Silently trying to change the world.

"EMILIE AMELIA SCOTT! Get down here now I'm going to be late for court!" Mom yells.

When I walk into the kitchen Mom is standing with her arms folded and she's tapping her foot. That foot drives me insane.

"Mom, foot please." I say. Da chuckles. He came all the way from Germany to marry Mom.

They met when my mom was an exchange student in Germany for a year of college. She stayed with my Da's family, and they fell in love.

Aw I know. This means we speak a mix between English and German in my house, which gives me a slight accent.I grab an apple and a banana as mom walks out the door. I kiss Da on the cheek and head out.

I'm one foot out the door when Da calls to me"Emilie"I pop my head in. "Yes, dearest father of mine." I say with my slight accent.

He chuckles and without looking up points to my bag." Rucksack darling." I quickly grab my bag and kiss his cheek again. What would I do without him?

When I get home and check the mail box I find a letter addressed to me. Actually it's addressed to Miss Emilie Scott.

I walk in and kiss Da on the cheek. He's in the exact same position but this time there's specks of paint all over his face and clothes.

I trudge up the stairs and open the letter when I set my backpack down. Honestly it's so big that I look like a turtle with it on.

Inside the envelope is a letter and a drawing of a chess board. I'm really confused so I read the letter. When I read the beginning my heart stops.

Dear Emilie, it's Noah. Yeah, the same Noah who you called a jerk wad so many times. The same Noah who dragged you back to your house when you broke your arm. The same Noah who was embarrassed to be friends with you. Look, I drew up a chess board so we could play one last game. I've missed it and any way, I know you wouldn't give up the chance to finally beat me. So here you go, you have the first move. Just draw an arrow to your first spot and stick the envelope back In your mailbox. I'll send another letter soon. Bye for now, Noah.

I sit down on my bed. I let out a long breath that I must have been holding. I take my glasses off so I can rub my nose.

Da does this with his glasses too. I look down at my glasses. Well at the blob that's my glasses. Honestly without my glasses on I can't see a foot in front of my face.

This makes me think of the day I met Noah. My heart hurts just thinking about it. It started with good old Connor Kennicot.