The Games

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It’s hard enough to be “the new girl”, but it’s even harder when it’s your sophomore year, and you transfer two weeks into school. Welcome to Emma Scott’s life. 

 Her mother, Marsha, was recently remarried to a rich man, who lived on the other side of the country. After the wedding, they planned on Marsha and Emma moving in with him. 

Emma stood in front of the school doors. Her eyes scanned the students, looking for the only familiar face that would be here. Her long lost best friend, Trent, had moved here a couple years ago. Ironically, her stepdad lived in the same town as Trent. She was happy she would know one person, and she would have her best friend back.

Emma finally got the courage to walk through the doors of her new school, her new life. There was still no sign of Trent, so she decided to just go to the office to pick up her class schedule.

The lady at the front desk looked up when Emma opened the door to the office.

“Can I help you?” the lady asked politely. Emma could sense boredom in her tone.

“I need to pick up my class schedule. I’m Emma Scott.”

The lady shuffled through a small stack of papers and pulled one out handing it to Emma.

“Good luck,” she wished Emma with a look of sympathy.

“Thanks,” I’m gonna need it she thought.

Emma walked to the side of the office and began studying her class schedule.

She heard the door swing open, but didn’t look away from her paper. It’s probably just a teacher or something she said to herself.

“Get your feet off the desk!” The front desk lady snapped, making Emma jump and snap her head in that direction. She took in the scene before her. The lady was glaring at the boy who sat with his feet perched up on the desk. He stuck his tongue out at the lady and slid his feet off.

Wait, did he seriously just do that? Emma thought. She stared at him with disbelief. Isn’t that a bit immature for his age?

His gaze switched to Emma causing her to blush and look away. Way to go unnoticed, she thought. She turned to go for the door when someone said her name.

“You must be Miss Scott.”

She froze and slowly turned around.

“I’m Mrs. Dunham, the principal,” she told me with a smile.

Emma politely smiled back, her escape was ruined.

The principal turned to the boy, “Jacob, you were caught speeding in the parking lot. That is very hazardous and I can’t have you doing that. You will have detention after school,” Mrs. Dunham told the boy, Jacob.

“I can’t after school today! I will get f-,” he glanced over at Emma, “I can’t! Give me lunch detention,” Jacob requested. His voice was getting irritated.

Mrs. Dunham's eyes lit up with something when he glanced at Emma. Emma had a feeling that she wouldn’t like what that something will be.

“I have an idea,” Mrs. Dunham started, “Jacob, if you show Miss Scott to all of her classes today, you won’t have detention.”

“Why can’t you just give me lunch detention instead?” Jacob countered, desperation in his eyes.

"Am I really that bad?" Emma muttered under her breath. Not that she wanted to get stuck with him, but really?

Emma's eyes flickered over to him for a second, but she forced them back to the principal. Yeah, can’t you just give him detention? Emma voiced in her head. She didn't dare say that out loud though.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 02, 2014 ⏰

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