16 Wishes

1

My name is Emerson Grace Smith. But you can call me Emmy. I like that name much better. I hate the name Emerson for a girl like me. My parents were from West Africa, at least they grew up there.

When my parents got married, they lived in India. They had me 2 short years after that.

I am considered the popular one at school. People revolve around me. You're probably thinking I'm full of myself, and I kind of am. But that doesn't matter.

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"Emmy, can you come over here for a second?" Julianne shouted. I walked over to the corner of the room. "My mom wants to talk to yours. About the whole, fight, thing."

The fight? That was like, so yesterday! I couldn't believe she was bringing it up now! And how dare her mom speak to mine?

"So, can you just give her your mom's phone number?" "Sure." I squinted my nose.

I walked over to my desk and reached in for a piece of paper and a pencil.

I wrote down a fake phone number: 217-4528. I didn't know who's that was, but it sure would be funny for them to get a call saying that I called Carol fat.

I had called Carol (Julianne's mom) fat...yesterday! And now she's bringing it up? Wow.

"Did you hear me?" Oh. I didn't realize I was talking to my mind all this time. "What?"

Julianne had a HUGE mouth. She never stopped talking. So it didn't surprise me that she said something and I didn't hear it. She's a pretty annoying girl. So I try my best not to talk to her.

"I said, my mom's gonna call yours tonight. You're gonna get in trouble."

I smirked to myself. "Yeah. Sure I am."

Let me tell you one thing, (not a million like Julianne) I ALWAYS get my way. So keep that in mind.