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Chapter 2: Emma Stevens

--Chapter 2: Emma Stevens--

I snatched my black wig used for Emma Stevens. It was shoulder length, pin-straight, and I'd recently added a pink extension to the side bangs.

After placing that on, I removed my Alexandra make-up (just some light eyeliner and mascara) and put on my Emma make-up (smokey eyes with skin-toned eyeshadow).

I changed into a black and white striped shirt and the usual skinny jeans, a typical Emma outfit.

I snatched some flats and a black clutch and left my hidden room. I exited through the closet. I then yelled down the hallway, "I'm going to bed, I don't feel well!" and locked the door. I tugged open the window carefully so it wouldn't squeak. Considering I had my room on the ground floor, I stepped out the screenless window and walked to the street corner, my shoes clicking as they tapped the pavement.

There was a sleek, black convertable parked at the corner. The driver had her blonde, curling locks of hair spilling over her shoulders and she was staring into the darkening sky.

"Miranda," I said. She jumped and a hand flew to her heart.

"Jesus!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Emma, don't scare me like that!"

"How many times do I need to tell you, don't say the J word, it bothers a lot of people," I said jokingly, even though on the inside it really kind of bothered me.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get in, Stevens, we are gonna be late... We are already late, actually. I don't know why you make me do this." She continued rambling as I got into the car.

"Stop talking crap and hit the gas pedal," I commanded.

"Ok, lieutenant," she said sarcastically and drove off into the distance. The ride took about ten minutes with miss speedracer driving.

"What restaurant are we going to?" I asked to check on it, I can barely remember anything now-a-days.

"Uncle Joe's. It's a new one near the mall. My cousin recommended it. In my opinion, it sounds like a biker bar, but that's just because of the name." Miranda continued her mindless chattering as we got out of the car and walked in.

"Hello, ladies, do you have a reservation," asked the woman at the desk.

"Our party, is already, here, thank you," said Miranda and we walked past the hostess. There was a table of about ten people in the middle of the room. It posessed two empty places and went over and occupied them. Appetizers were already on the table.

"Miranda, babe," said her boyfriend as she settled down next to him.

"Hey, Mikey," she said, using her petname. Miranda and Mike were probably my closest friends as Emma.

"Hey, Emma," he said and smiled, then returned his loving gaze back to his girlfriend.

"Hey, Emma!" chorused half the table. Then they greeted Miranda and the dinner went on.

--An Hour and a Half Later--

"Well, we'd better get going," I announced, standing up after finishing the half of the lava cake I'd split with someone. Miranda was too focused on making out with Mike.

"I'll be in the bathroom, then," I said. "You guys better be done by the time I'm out, or I'll have to walk home. And you don't want to make me do that." They paid no mind to me. I guess I'll be walking home. I walked to the bathroom to wash the small spot of chocolate off my thumb and came back to the table.

Two people were obviosly busy. "Miranda you look like a slut, right now, let's go. Get a room some other time, kay?" I snatched her arm and Mike pulled away as she stood up.

"Bye, babe," he said. "Love ya."

"Love you, too," she echoed.

"See you, wouldn't wanna be you," I replied and pulled her out. We'd already left our portions of the pay. The two of us walked ten feet through the parking lot to reach the car and stepped into it.

Miranda revved the engine and we were off. Ten minutes later, we were back to my street corner and I was quickly stalking down the road. I put my fingers between the window and the sill in the tiny crack I'd left beforehand. I pushed it up and slid in through the space.

I grabbed a change of PJs and entered my secret room. I shedded my Emma clothing and put it into the hamper. When my parents aren't home I do my other identity laundry.

I removed all my make-up. It was only ten, but I was tired. Living seven lives is exhauseting. I tidied up the room and exited, pulling the dresses back over the hidden room's entrance.

I dragged my feet back to my room and flicked all the lights off, only to remember that Emma had homework to do. Oh well, she's popular, she doesn't do homework half the time anyway. She only goes to school for a social life.

I flopped onto the bed and pulled the blankets around me, promptly falling into a deep sleep.

Dreams of dinner with friends filled her head, until thoughts of the next day's track meet came into mind.

Tomorrow would be Jessica Fitzgerald's afternoon. And she would rule the track team.

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Author's Note: I really hate putting author's notes on every chapter, but I usually have something new to say everytime. I just wanted to let you all know that the chapters will get longer but I won't really have a specific length set for them. They'll all be different, but relatively similar. Thanks for reading and comment if you believe it to be deserved!

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