Emotional Turmoil 2

Chapter 3

When we finally got off the plane in London, we took a cab to the street we were living on. 

It was nice looking, and just near the school, so it was walking distance. That's good. 

As we stood on the sidewalk, we let Sadness take control. 

She made Maya silently cry. 

"It's okay" I said. "We need this."

"Guys, these are Brits!" said Disgust. "We don't wanna be red and puffy do we?" 

"I guess not" I said. 

I pushed a button and made Maya dry her eyes. 

Then we walked down the street, completely unconscious. 

We regained consciousness when we crashed into someone. 

"Oh dear! Are you okay?" said a gentle voice with a British accent. 

We looked up and saw the face of an old, but still handsome, man. 

"Everyone act regular! It's Jeremy Clyde!" I said. 

"We gotta say something!" said Disgust. 

Jeremy helped us up. "There you are. You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine" Maya babbled. "You're Jeremy Clyde! I just got accepted in the school where you met Chad. You became a professional actor there, you sang eleven hit songs, your favorite color's blue..."

"What are we saying?" said Disgust awkwardly. 

"We're so uncool" said Sadness.

"Why are we still holding his hands?!" Fear gasped. 

He pulled the levers on the console and Maya let go of Jeremy's hands.

"Sorry" she said.

"It's alright; I adore my fans" said Jeremy. "I believe I've heard your name around Central. Maya, eh? From... Tennessee?" 

"It's Texas, mister!" said Anger.

"No! We cannot correct Jeremy Clyde" said Disgust.

Suddenly, the console turned orange and Maya said, "Yeah, that's me. Maya from good ol' Tennessee." 

"Orange? Who made the console orange?" I said.

"Do I look orange?" said Anger.

"I didn't touch it" said Fear.

"Orange is not my color" said Disgust.

"Not me" said Sadness. 

The four of them backed away, revealing a skinny orange emotion in a stripy sweater and brown jeans, with hair that looked like electricity. 

A complete stranger to us. 

"Hello, everybody!" she said.