Emily woke up to a brightly lit room.
"Good mornig sweetie." Her mother said ziping up her pants.
"Mama, where are you going?"
"Mama is going to talk with her lawyer."
"Why would you need to talk to a lawyer?"
"Don't worry sweetie." Her mother said kissing Emily on her forhead.
" By the way we are guests at Aunti Margret's house so be on your best behavior. Aunti Margaret is in the living room so if you need anyhig just ask her." Emily's mother kissed Emily on the head once more and left.
A while later Emily got down from the bed and walked to the end of the hallway. From there she could see Ajti Margaret lying down on the couch watching TV. Her long legs hung off the side of the couch. Her short, curly, dark brown hair rested on her neck. She used her hands to cushion her head. Her dark eyes made slight fast movements, absorbing everything the TV had to show her. Then Aunti Margaret saw Emily standing staring at her and said "Good Moring Sunshine! You hungry?"
"Yes ma'am" Emily replied politely.
"Oh you dont have to wory about saying that ma'am stuff to me. Do you prefer Corn Flakes or Fruit Loops? " Emily pointed at the fruit loops.
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A little while later Emily was outside playing tag with Aunti Margaret. Aunti Margret was it. The Emily hopped into her imginary world where she was a run away princess. As she rode on her horse through the woods, the sun just begining to rise, she heard shouting. She turned around and saw that the guards were right behind her. She kicked the horse on its sides and raced ahead. However just when it seemed she lost them she reached a river with a log as a bridge. Emily knew she'd have to leave the horse so she jumped off and started to balance herself on the log. Slowly she put one foot in front of the other untill she heard a shout and she lost balance and fell down. She clung to the log but her tiny arms wouldnt be able to hold her for long.
In reality however, while Emily was running and triped she riped the skin of her hands and knees and on the side of her head was a small cut down her cheek.
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The Girl Who Never Stopped Dreaming
Teen FictionA girl who is often made fun of because she always was in her imagination makes life more interesting by traveling to different worlds and times.
