Emery has everything she could ever want in life. A nice house,a prestigious private school, a big bedroom, she's popular, and most importantly, lots of friends. Until one day that could all be taken away from you and you get a reality check. Emerys...
This chapters recommended song by me: Welcome to new York: Taylor swift
I don't recommend reading the other chapters before this one: here's emerys vibe/ Vision board again
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Ok so is this it? I asked, my dad in not a very enthusiastic voice. He said, " Yes Emery, it was all I could afford. " Ugh I don't feel safe dad, what am I gonna do, I exclaimed. How you do even get in these apartments without hurting yourself?" "Emery , just give the inside a chance, will you?" He said. I replied, " ugh fine, I guess I'll look to see what it's about dad. I ran away not listening to what he said. "And don't go into the wrong apartment, did you hear me Emery?" He said. I got so involved in trying to get in my apartment until I saw my room, "This isn't my stuff where is it?" I exclaimed worryingly. "Who's there?" the mysterious voice said. I told myself in an awkward tone, "fuck myself, I think I went in the wrong apartment. How embarrassing 😫."The boy walked in the room. "Judging by the way you're dressed, you look like you don't belong here, is it daddy's money?" I said, "first of all I don't even know you, and secondly I was forced to live here, so it's not my fucking fault skater. And no it's not daddy's money" The boy had dirty blonde hair
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Here's his vibes
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and blue eyes that pierced your soul. Maybe other girls but not me. His eyes reminded me of bad luck. His evil eyes stared into my soul. But my face stayed straight. I thought to myself, "it's not like I'm ever going to see that guy again." "Ugh it's really high up. How do I get down I really should've listened to my dad". A small tear rolled down my cheek. "I guess I'll just find my own way." I finally saw dad still outside waiting on me. I shouted, "dad, where is my room? "The one above it," he exclaimed. Ugh damn it I didn't want that ugly rat to be one floor below me. I went upstairs to my room. And it wasn't as bad as I thought. Everything was there too!
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Everything was the exact way I remembered my bedroom looking like in Los Angeles, except for the fact the room was different and a little smaller.
