I wake up to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ears. Time to go to hell, also known as my school,South Grove High. I sigh while getting up and taking a shower. Thirty minutes later I am fixing my makeup. I look in the mirror and smile, approving myself.
Today I decide to wear my pink tank top, a white vest, white denim shorts , and my sparkly pink converse. I put my black hair in a bun the way that makes my green eyes stand out. Looking at the time I frown, if I didn't leave now I would be late.
I grab my bag and as I did my iPhone fell out and shattered. Just my luck. I start to make my way out of the apartment. I almost trip over my mom who is passed out in the hallway, reeking of alcohol. 'God, what was she smoking last night' I think.
Sometimes I wonder how we could be related. She has beach blonde hair, and blue eyes. And while she is out partying all night, I'm at home studying and passing all my classes with straight A's.
I ride to school in my beat up old car. I'm listening to 'wake me up' as I pull into an empty parking lot at school. As I get out I see Amanda one of my best friends "omg" she squeals "you were totally on the news today!" "Me on the news yeah right". Amanda opens her mouth to respond when *bring bring*. The warning bell rings. "Shoot!I can't be late today I'll get detention for sure!" I start to run to first period as I yell "I'll catch you later Amanda!"
*bring bring*. The late bell goes off right as I enter. I make my way to my seat in the back. As I did everyone started to whisper to each other. What? Did I grow a second head or something. This continues all during class.
As the bell rings for the end of class I sigh. It's time to talk to Amanda. I exit the room and start searching for my red headed friend. As I turn the corner I spot her down the hall. "Aman-" I am cut off as I hit something big and solid. "Oomph" I fall to the ground. I get up and wipe off the dust.
"Sorry" I say to the huge well built man in front of me. "Emma Scott?" He asks in a deep army like tone. That's when I notice he is wearing a black tux, tinted sunglasses, and strangest of all an ear piece" is this guy in the FBI or something?
"Umm can I help you?" I ask. "Emma Scott?" he asks again. *Gulp*. "Y-yes I-I'm Emma Scott". "I'm going to have to ask you to come with me" he says. Is this from downloading the new Hunter Hayes album illegally? No I think that only happens in movies.
The FBI guy or whoever he is starts to lead me down the hallway to the back exit of the school. I stop walking "I'm not going anywhere with you until you tell me who you are and what you want from me" I say. "I'm agent Brooks and the rest is classified, now keep it moving" he says. I stay where I am and cross my arms "no".
"No, no? you can't tell an agent no!" He says shocked. "Well I just did" I reply back smugly. Huge mistake. His face starts to turn red. "I guess we're doing this the hard way" he says before picking me up and throwing me over his back. "Ahh put me down!" I scream.
He carries me out the door and down the steps. As we reach the parking lot a big black SUV with tinted windows pulls up in front of us. The back door opens and agent Brooks dumps me inside before getting in himself. Not a second after he closes the door, the driver steps on the gas and with a screech of the tires we are off.
"Your late" the driver, a guy that looks exactly like agent Brooks, except for the red hair, says. "Yeah yeah blame it on the girl" Brooks replies, I look over and see him sitting to the right of me . I look around the car and see that there are two other guys in the carve sides Brooks and the driver. One of them is to my left.. He looks only a few years older than me . The other guy is in the passenger seat, he looks to be in his mid thirties and has slick black hair like Brooks.
'There is no way I can escape,' I think. I reach into my pocket to grab my phone. Maybe I can text Amanda and she could call the police or something. But as I reach for my phone I remember it was broke. 'Just great Emma you break your phone on a day like today' I think to myself.
Twenty minutes pass in the car with nothing but silence. Then all of a sudden the agent on my left's phone starts to ring " I came In like a wreck-" he answers the phone. But by this time everyone hears his ringtone and is trying hard not to laugh. " yes sir... Of course not sir... We will be there in 15 minuets sir" he says.
FIFTEEN MINUTES?!?! Oh no what do I do what do I do!!! *light bulb* "I got it " I accidentally say out loud. "Got what?" Brooks asks. "Nothing" I quickly say.
"I got to go to the bathroom".
"Ugh seriously kid? Can't you hold it we're almost there" Brooks says.
"Almost where?"
"That's classified"
"Well, nope I can't hold it so unless you want me to go right here then-"
"Fine, pull over Garret. " Brooks says, clearly agitated.
Garret pulls over at the next store. Garret and Brooks exchange looks before Garret says "Luke go in with her". " Me but why do I- " I cut Luke off. "I can go in by myself. Gosh". "No you can't " Brooks says "Now that's an order Luke go in with her". We both get out the car grumbling.
We walk into the store and I head straight to the bathroom while Luke stands guard outside the door. As soon as I get in I lock the door and turn the sink on so Luke can't hear as I creak the window open. I climb out the window and jump.
I land and that's when I see one of the hottest guys in my life standing a few yards away. He looks about my age maybe a bit older. He has black spiky hair, ice blue eyes, and a scar by his right eye. He is about 6" 3', made of pure muscle, and is wearing a leather jacket, dark jeans, and boots. He would be totally drool worthy if I was into bad boys.
He's smoking while leaning on his motorcycle. This is my ticket out of here. I walk over to him right as he puts his cigarette out. Blah! I hate the smell of smoke, but I have to do this. "Hey I'm Emma mind if I get a ride?" I ask, openly checking him out again, even though he isn't my type. Now that I am up close I see exactly how perfect he is. He looks me over before giving in. "Fine jump on, I'm Ryder by the way, but stop looking at me like that and don't get any ideas I got a girlfriend" he says. 'Good' I think 'That means he won't try to flirt with me. I hope'
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The Emma Chronicles
Teen FictionEmma Scott was a not so normal 16 year old. Emma lived in a small apartment in New York with her alcoholic mother. One day she finds out she was switched at birth. Emma is then taken to live with her famous parents, and her two popular twin brothers...