Me and Emilie

Chapter 3; My Parents & My Emilie Story

CHAPTER 3: MY PARENTS & MY EMILIE STORY

I'm pacing back and forth in my room, I can feel Quins eyes burning threw me "kay, so promise you won't look at me any different then you do now..?" Quin looked a me puzzled then he nodded his head "I won't, I promise, you're my best friend. How could I betray your trust." I send him a warm smile. I sigh "Okay, I trust you.." I lay my hand ontop of his, I try to avoid his glare "I was never liked by many people, I think i know why too. Ever since the beginning of kindergarten I knew that I didn't like being talked to, having attention drawn towards me or even someone staring at me. It wasn't because I was self consience, It was because people would look at me differently then they would anybody else. I didn't have any friends in pre-school, kindergarten, 1st,  or 2nd. But 3rd grade was different... that was the year that I found Emilie. My best friend, my secret keeper and also my journal." I sighed and looked at Quin who seemed mesmurized by my story "I sound pathetic don't I?" nervously laughing Quin replies with a simple "no" he continues "Elsa, some kids had their doll, toy or blanket but you had a journal. I think thats really special" he smiles at me and I continue "Every morning I would write in Emilie. I would tell her anything that I thought was funny, if someone tried to talk to me, if I felt uncomfortable around someone... just anything about everything because I knew that she would listen... and that she wouldn't tell anybody. Throughout the years, growing up has been difficult. But, Em has made it better because she was the one that I celebrated my birthdays with, my good-grades, me looking good that day or any celebration that my parents couldn't careless about" by this time Quin was holding my hand and I was trying to hold back my tears "I know earlier today, I said it was okay with my parents being gone... but I really miss them, its like they forgot about their only daughter. It really hurts to know that they don't care about me, or what could happen to me. Maybe my parents are to blame for me hating social interaction. Because when I was little they complete ignored me and I had to keep everything inside. I act as if Emilie is a person because she is a person to me, she's how I would describe my perfect friend. Caring, loyal, someone who doesn't judge me, beautiful on the inside, someone who can make you smile even on your worst days also easy to talk too." that was the end and Quin knew it, he cleared his throat and said "El, do you ever think people look at you different because you're who they want to be? You're gorgeous, nice, loving, caring and you can make anyone laugh also you don't have such a big ego. I know tons of girls who would kill to be like you" he smiled his original smile. i blushed a bit "You-you really mean that? Like for real?" he laughs "I really mean that. I am so for real" we both laughed. "I have to read you something, let me get Emilie" I open Emilie to the first page of her. "Heres her first entry ready?" I say wiggling my eyebrows "Ready as I'll ever be" 

"Dear, Journal.

I'm Elsa, Elsa Maradith Jones. I like writing about my life and about mommy and daddy. Mommy took me to buy this journal... It was really fun and it took alot of time to find the perfect one, but I knew that when I saw this journal, it was the perfect one. Mommy said that is was precious and that it was the perfect size to fit in my small hands. Daddy said that one day I will become a writer and that this journal will be made into a book. Oh wouldn't that be the day. Mommy and daddy are really funny and they really love me, they said that someday I will have a baby brother or sister to play with. I like the name Rascal if its a boy and Katy if its a girl. I want it to be a girl so we can play dolls and dressup. We could share clothes and be really good sisters to each other. I would be a really good sister, thats what mommy says. I hope she is right because I don't want my sister or brother to not like me. That would be really bad, familys should never not love each other everybody should get along and have a fun time together. I will see you tomorrow journal, maybe I'll have a secret to tell you, I don't have a lot of secrets. Maybe I will soon though and this journal will become a diary. -Elsa" 

I sniffle a bit, "um-um- how did you like it?" he smirked " I thought it was adorable. You said your mom and dad don't care about you now? But they loved you back then? What happened El?" I sighed "I also have a journal entry about that" laughing nervously I flip to find the page "Oh! here it is!"

"Dear Emilie,

I have decided to give you a name and its going to be Emilie, because Emilie is a really pretty and a lovely name. Today I told mom and dad that your name was Emilie but they just ignored me. A few days ago mommy and daddy told me that they had to go visit my nanny and pawpaw. I asked if I could go, they said that nanny and pawpaw don't like me and they don't want little kids that cause a lot of trouble around their house. I tried to tell them that nanny and pawpaw did like me because they said I was nice and pretty and also a good little girl. Mom said that if I said one more word I would get hit when a fly swatter I didn't dare say another word because I didn't wanna get hit. After mom warned me dad said that this is the reason that nobody likes me including them. I really don't know why people don't like me. Daddy said that I was just trouble and to not talk unless spoken to but if I did talk I would get hit on my bum. They said that I was just unwanted to many people and to not bother anyone because people don't like me at all. I cried a lot after dad told me that because I thought that they loved me bunches. I thought that they were my mommy and daddy for ever but they don't love me anymore. Everyday I wonder what I did wrong for them to dislike me. Emilie what did I do wrong? :( -Elsa 

I could feel like tears falling down my cheeks, I must look really weak. The tears keep on pouring down my face. I feel warm arms coming around me. Being pulled into a hug I here "Shhh, Elsa. Shhh, I'm here I got ya. Everythings okay. Baby girl" 

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