A Girl Named Emily

Chapter 1

Emily was born a cold november afternoon, seven pounds and eleven ounces. A beautiful baby girl with all the hopes and stars the world could offer her. Strawberry blonde hair with a natural wavey pattern, light blue eyes that sparkled like pristine diamonds and fair skin that would collect freckles as she grew up.
When she was a little girl all she wanted to do was play outside with her little brother Jack, climbing trees, rollerblade and hangout with the cats living in her home.  She craved adventure and the thrill of exploring and seeing new things her tiny eyes haven't experienced yet. She always struggled with understanding other children and playing with them at school as she always felt that she was an untuned violin among an award-winning orchestra, Emily Spent two years in preschool just because her birthday landed in a weird place in the school year. Kids always picked on her for wearing glasses that corrected her crossed eye she was born with, as unfortunately big glasses did look strange on a four year old girl. kindergarten was pretty much the same for her as she did her colors and learned how to write her name or played games with the other little children.

Emily finally made her first real friend when she started first grade at the local elementary school she had been attending for both preschool and kindergarten.  She anxiously stepped inside of the first grade classroom, looking around as most of the kids in her class came from her kindergarten and preschool classes the years before and we're not necessarily nice to her but also not horrible to her.  Emily sat down on the carpet as the class gathered for their morning instructions, nobody sat beside Emily and nobody tried to be her friend...until a young boy with short dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes scooted closer to her and leaned in to whisper.  "hey! my name is jake...and you?" he asked eagerly as Emily seemed pretty anxious to meet this boy but eventually a small smile formed on her face. "Im Emily" She said in a whisper tone so the teacher would not hear them talking while she was trying to explain their lesson plans for the day.  From that day forward Emily and Jake became best friends and quickly learned that they had a lot in common from books to movies and even a shared love for pretending to be a vampire on the playground.

Emily formed a vampire group with Jake, Slowly a handful of other children started to join in as the school year progressed and before they knew it they had a tiny friend group of about five children.  They would all role-play as vampires or other things such as Harry Potter, Percy Jackson or even a family.  They had a whole bunch of fun creating rules and regulations to make the make-believe scenarios make sense but the "popular boys" always chased them around and ridiculed the children for playing their make-believe games. It got to the point where the children could not even play their role-play games because they spend all recess running away from the popular boys. One morning while Emily was sitting at her wooden desk in her first grade classroom she noticed that her teacher had put out pencils a giant gallon Ziploc bag full of a few thousand decorated pencils, Emily was absolutely fascinated and she picked three of them from the large bag that was sitting on the table and put them in her desk, smile on her face as she had one for every occasion in school. She had only taken three and was planning to use them throughout the entire school year but a girl who easily could be mistaken for honey boo-boo stood up and loudly announced to the whole class. "Mrs. Addams!!!! Emily is stealing! she put a bunch of pencils in her desk!" the curly haired blonde girl announces with a slight whine to her tone, Immediately everybody was looking at Emily as she stared at everybody in return at a loss for words.  Emilys teacher walked over and gently knelt beside Emilys desk as she removed the three pencils from the storage compartment of the desk, "Emily, you know the rules...you may only have one pencil at a time" her teacher said sternly.  Emily looked up nervously as she felt embarrassed "m-mrs. addams...I didn't steal...I was only going to keep those ones...I wouldn't even use any more" Emily said in a helpless tone as the teacher shook her head and walked away with the pencils in her hand.

From then on the other students would try to frame her for stealing things, they thought the drama was funny and would shove their own stuff into her backpack that hung across the room on one of those coat rack hooks and some students even stole from the teacher's desk and hid the stolen goods in Emily's backpack. Every time a student would report her and get her in trouble for all of the items in her backpack she did not even know about, she would cry and desperately explain that she never took any of it... nobody cared because Emily was now known as the class thief even if she did not do it.  Emily was lucky to still have her friend Jake who stood by her no matter what the other kids did or said about her, they continued role-playing on the playground as vampires and occasionally other stuff. This continued for Emily all the way until third grade when Jake broke off their friendship for the sake of making more friends then Emily and the other outcasted children could give him, Jake offered all of his old friends a chance to be a part of his new friend group if they basically worshiped him like a god and all of the children agreed so they would not have to be alone and have somebody to play with...except Emily, she did not want to be somebody's slave even at only eight years old. Sometimes Jake could return with the group of kids only to chase Emily around the playground and pick on her since she was no longer a part of the friend group. Emily would cry and occasionally fight back but didn't tell anybody about what was happening because she knew that none of the teachers would care, they never did when she was suffering before or accused of being a thief so that only eight years old she suffered alone.

She learned slower then the other kids not because something was wrong with her like the teachers assumed and told her parents, She was simply just a slow learner and just needed that extra time and help from an adult to understand something.  When she was in fourth grade she had a teacher names Mrs. Bronze and despite being an old teacher with nothing better to do. Mrs. Bronze tormented Emily, painted Her out to be a monster to the fourth grade class, she ripped her homework and gaslighted Emily and her parents saying that she never turned it in or made an effort to do the work.
When this grown woman tore a little girl's homework in front of her eyes and the whole class, left her out and made her constantly have to sit out in the hallway for up to half an hour sometimes just because she was a slow learner she never realized the future harm it would cause to a young and fragile mind.  She never taught Emily basic math, she only kicked her out when she didn't understand the lesson. Her classmates learned the lessons and all the tips and tricks to succeed in basic education because they were not sitting in the hallway, crying and wishing she was just a little bit smarter.  One day we were doing a storytelling project where you had to create a comic story about a hero who defeats a villain and saves the day, Mrs. Bronze had completely convinced the whole class during the year by making examples that Emily was a stupid monster who cries all the time and nearly every student wrote a public story about how Mrs. Bronze was the hero and Emily was the monster who got killed in most of the stories by my teacher. The young nine year old girl stood before a table covered in nearly twenty comics depicting her being killed and bloody or beaten up by the hero. All the students who watched her look at them fakely smiled and said "Don't worry Emily, my story is about a different Emily who just looks like you". Every student said the same thing in some form or another but it was quite obvious that there was only one Emily that they could be referencing. The bloodied pictures of a girl with curly strawberry blonde hair that naturally fell to her shoulders, with light blue eyes...could only be her.
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Thank you guys so much for reading, I hope this chapter was all right and I will be releasing the next couple chapters within the next few days. 💅🏻✨