Not a Clue

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"Stop, mom, STOP!"
"Do not tell me what to do, child. You know not what will come. But, you will soon enough!" She said while she cackled with laughter.
"Don't do this! Dad already died. Why kill yourself too? Please, you're drunk, you're not thinking right!"
"Shut up,"she said as she slashed her in the face, "I will make you watch. I will make you look at your own mother dying."
"NO!"
But it was too late, her own mom had already stabbed herself.
"Now, Emery, you will learn your lesson, never underestimate your leaders, they know what to do."
Emery finally understood where she was supposed to go.

~.*.~

"Emery, dear, will you go get the vegetables for supper?"
"Yes, grandmother."
After she came back with tomatoes, green beans, and other vegetables, she went outside to her favorite tree and sat under it.
"Do you always sit here?"
Emery jumped as she saw a boy about her age standing right in front of her.
"Um, yes?"
"It's a beautiful tree," he said as he sat down, "I'm Emeran, what's your name?"
"Emery," she said shyly.
"What do you do out here?"
"Think, mostly," she said as she finally got a good look at his face.
He had jet black hair that was sort of messy and green eyes. He was...
"Oh, I normally sit at a tree and draw."
"Are you an artist?" She said as she started liking him more and more.
"Would you like at see some of my pictures?"
"Um, sure?"
He handed her a notebook that was full of faces and landscapes.
"Whoa... This is good."
"Thank you, do you have a hobby?"
"Um, well..." She stared at him for a few seconds and noticed that she was talking to a complete stranger and that she was falling for him.
"It's okay if you don't want to tell me, or if you, um," he cleared his throat, "don't have one."
"No! I mean, it's okay, I like to," she coughed, "sing."
"That sounds amazing, you look like a singer," he said as she felt her cheeks getting hotter by the minute.
"Emery!" She heard her grandmother call.
"That's me, I hope I see you again."
"Same to you," she smiled at his comment and walked up to the porch and went to wash her hands.
"Was that a boyfriend?" Her grandmother asked.
"Um, no. He is just a friend."
"Okay..."

~.*.~

Emery thought about Emeran. Why would he come to her?, She thought.
After she did the same routine for a full month she started wondering if she would ever see Emeran again. She had checked the woods every day to see if he was there. But no one showed up.
"Why, why, why?" She said as she kicked a rock. The rock fell in to an invisible hole in the ground.
"Wha-"
The hole swallowed her up and 2 seconds later she found herself in- a house?
"Where, what, huh?"
"Oh, you found me!"
She turned around at find Emeran.