Finding Me (Slow Updates)

Chapter 1

I was awoken by the blaring of my alarm clock. Still groggy from sleep, I reach over and slap the top of the alarm until it shuts off. Why do I even have to get up at 5:30 in the morning? Why did school board change the freaking first bell to 7:30? It's inhuman to even be up at that time.

Sighing, I make my way to the bathroom to take a shower. I feel myself slowly waking up with the hot water streaming over my body. Once clean, I stepped out and toweled off, then preceded to dry my hair until it fell down my back in waves. Deciding I didn't want my hair to be in my face I pulled it back into a French fishtail, after it reached the nape of my neck I started braiding it. I got a lot of attention in grade school when I moved here, in Louisville, people thought, 'why would her parents let her dye her hair at such a young age.' My initial thought to that is, that's not your child, you have no say in what her parents let her do. But in all fairness my grandparents wouldn't have let me dye my hair at such a young age either, I got exasperated telling people over and over that my hair was it's natural silvery, white.

After I put my makeup on, put my contacts in, and finished freshening up, I went into my bedroom to pick myself an outfit for the day. When I was done going through my closet and drawers I decided on a graphic crop top that showed my belly button piercing, ripped light blue skinny's, and my maroon vans, I finished the look with my black leather backpack. I've always liked backpacks much more than purses, they're so much easier to carry.

One good thing about my school is that it's quite lenient about our dress code, as long as your ass isn't hanging out of your pants, breasts aren't spilling out of your shirt, or your shorts and dresses are short enough that we can see your lovely lady parts. Those are basically all of the dress code rules. Well I guess you also couldn't wear like, just a bra to school either. That's just about the only decent thing about my school.

Yawning, I slowly descend the steps and walk into the kitchen, grabbing an apple while I watch my grandma make herself a bowl of cereal. "Morning Grandma ," I mumble around a mouthful of apple.

"Emelia, don't talk with your mouth full of food. I don't want to see what your eating as you eat it," she scolds. She then starts chopping up some vegetables, for Gemma, her companion, I presume, then sets them on a plate and puts it on the counter. I guess she talked to her through the mind link, because a couple seconds later a very happy elk trots into the kitchen and starts munching on the fresh veggies.

"Good morning, Gem."

"She says good morning to you too, and to have a great day at human school." Grandma speaks for her.

I finished my apple and walked around the island to hug my grandma goodbye, and pet Gemma's neck as a farewell. While I was walking out of the house I turned around and said, "Tell Grandpa and Marlene I said bye." Marlene is my grandpa's companion, a giant grizzly bear, that wouldn't hurt a fly.

Turning back around, I ducked into my old Chevy Camero, turned the ignition and the old car stuttered to life. Right as I was about to back out if the driveway, my phone started buzzing, telling me I have a call. My best friend Willow was calling, probably needed a ride.

"Hey girl, what's up?"

"Hey Em, can you do me a favor?" She asked sheepishly.

"I'll be over in 5."

"Thank you, I love you."

I chuckled and hung up the phone, then backed out if the driveway, and made my way to Willow's house. It's a good thing I passed her house on the way to school, or I might not pick her whenever she needed. As soon as I pulled up next to her house on the shoulder of the road, I honked my horn to let her know I was here.