Emma was beautiful. A rare gem hidden in a mound of dirt. She was a girl ahead of her time. Everyone pushed her to the brink of madness. They're the reason she killed herself. She put up with everything they threw at her. She hung herself. She died alone and in pain,fighting with her inner demons. No one deserves to die like that. And it's all because of them! They were all jealous! They hated her for being true, for never being afraid to show who she really was! But now i'm lamenting and you don't even know who Emma is. Emma was "that" girl. The girl in the back of the class quiet, shy and unique. You see, i say unique because she dressed differently. She wore black all the time. Dyed her hair every other week, but she was always beautiful, breath takingly beautiful. Her skin was a creamy white, like freashly whipped butter, her cheeks had a natural pink blush, and her eyes a deep emerald green and when you stared into them you never wanted to look away.
