The Uprising

Chapter One--Emma Sommer

"Ahhhh!" I screamed, jerking upwards out of my bed, drenched in sweat, the heat unbearable, as if, in my very room, there was an inferno. Ugh. I shivered and shook off the thought. "Emma, you're late for school!" said Peter.
       
Maybe you've heard of him. He went to school with the great Ivan Williamson!! Isn't that awesome? (Not!- Annabelle) Shut up, okay, Annabelle?

    
"Annabelle's dead! She burned in the fire!" I screamed.         
    
"What are you talking about?" Peter asked.
     
"Wait, we aren't burning?" I asked. My brain was starting to wake up, and I realized the room didn't look like it was burning.

"No! Ina is downstairs, and so is your brother. She tried to wake you up, but you wouldn't wake up, so she called me. Emma, you have to get over it!" he whispered. "Where's Lukas?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

      
"Is he back from school already?"I whined. Great. Got to deal with my bro now.

        
"Yes, he got home from BAYA early. And now he's going to have to take you to school." My brother is eighteen and a reckless driver. I was so not looking forward to the car ride, especially with almost no speed limits on the roads. Well, besides being a reckless driver. He goes to BAYA on a soccer scholarship. Football. I hate you N.I.C.S.  and your soccer. OMG, it's FOOTBALL!!!

You play it with your foot and a ball. Last time I checked, N.I.C.S. football was played with your hand and an egg. So it should be handegg, not football. Ignore  my football (soccer) ranting. I'm Germonion. Anyways, he's one of the favorites for Bayern -Munich and the Germonian National teams, since he'll be nineteen years old next year. Like he needs the additional money. (Sarcasm)

     "Wait, wasn't Lukas banned from driving because he crashed too many times?" I asked.

        "Ja, one of his friends will take you with your brother in the car. Both your brother and I are pretty firm on that requirement!" Peter shouted.

         I snorted, "He's got to be a special boy to catch my eye. I doubt Lukas would have a friend that's like that."

           "You never know," he said.

            "Yeah right," I said rolling my eyes.

          "What did I want to talk about again?" he asked

        "IDK, just go away!" I shouted.

          I didn't want to talk about my nightmare with Peter. He would just lecture me, again. Do I really have to go to school today!? It's the last day of school anyways! What's the difference between going and not going? I curled up in a ball and started crying. Stop, thinking about that day. The day you almost killed your twin.

 
     Now you guys are probably thinking I am crazy and belong in a asylum.  But let me explain. When we were five, my parents left us alone.You are probably thinking how irresponsible of them. They are the worst parents in history! I mean honestly- Shut up ARSCHLOCHS! Annabelle and I were smarter than a 25 year old at that age, logically speaking. So they probably figured what harm would it do, they must have some common sense. They were wrong, very wrong.

     "I'm bored, Emmy!" Annabelle whined.

     I looked up from my book, "Did you finish your book?" I asked. 

      "Yes, it was good, but really sad," she said.

      "Are mom and dad gone?" I asked.

      "Yes," she said

       I put my book down. "Do you want to raid the refrigerator and go to the park?"

      "That'd be great! We can make popcorn!" she happily answered.