The Uprising

Chapter Nine--Emma

This chapter has a lot of different POVs. Sorry if it's a bit confusing. This is where the action starts.

      Enough of Peter. He's just weird. Poor Esme. She had to stay with him for a whole week. (What?! Esme is going to hurt me!—Peter) Why does she hate you so much? (I don't hate him. I just like to bother him—Esme) Whatever. (I don't believe her!—Peter) Please take your argument somewhere else. Danke.

     We walked down the hallways of BAYA very carefully. I was making sure we didn't run into another Love Fest, and I think Annabelle was making sure we didn't run into Erik. (Annabelle, you are mean. You are trying to ignore him, and he obviously likes you.) In dance, I had to dance with Luke. He won't stop staring at me, and he's technically Raoul. I hope he doesn't try to use those American "pick up lines." German boys are so much more polite. Actually, they don't do anything but stare at you and smile. Unless they're drunk, which happens a lot. (Hey, what happens when you add half Ivish and half Germonian? Totally drunk! Ha!—Peter/Hey, Peter, what happens when you add your "totally drunk" cousin and a KNIFE?—Esme/My funeral—Peter) That's  enough.

     Anyway, Annabelle still refuses to say Raoul's last name. It's de Chagny, Annabelle. (Blah, blah, blah. I'm not listening—Annabelle)

      Luke stepped closer to me, I took five steps back. I hope he gets the hint! He probably won't he's an American! He stared at me extra hard. I took another five steps back. Please, God, make a hydrogen bomb drop on him. "Are you from Tennessee......'cause you're the only ten I see." Kill him now! I totally lost it 

Erik Leroux
     I was trying to concentrate on a complex routine, but I saw Luke staring at Emma again. Oh no. He took a few steps closer to her. I could tell that Annabelle saw what was happening too. She looked at me and tried not to laugh.

     I tried to focus, but I heard a scream. It was Luke. Emma somehow knocked him to the ground and was yelling at him, and even kicking him occasionally. "Ow! Hey!" Luke yelled. "You arschloch! I am from Germonio, saukerl! Don't say anything like that to me ever again!" Emma screeched. She was punching him now. Mr. Volcov just shook his head. "Luke, this is not the time for this. We have a production to put together. Emma, are you alright? Do you need to go to the nurse?" Mr. Volcov asked. Emma shook her head. "I'm fine," Emma said. A boy walked up to Emma. "That was hot," he said with a Germonian accent. He sounded drunk. "Awww, thanks," Emma said, smirking at Luke. Luke came to pout next to me. "I told you she wouldn't like you," I told him. "But Annabelle doesn't seem to hate you," Luke complained. "Because I'm awesome," I said.
    

     

  
Two Months Later
Esme Rose
     Thanks. I get to narrate the wedding. So exciting.

    Peter was especially exciting. "Help, where ist my coat?" Peter screamed. Ina sighed. "I can't help you."

     "It's right here," I growled. Peter is so clueless. "Oh, yeah. Thanks," Peter said. I rolled my eyes.

        "So, Peter, are you going to get drunk?" I asked, teasing him.

         "Peter, baby, don't lie," said Ina. "I don't lie," Peter complained. After that, Peter locked his dressing room door. "Go away, Esme! Technically, I didn't even invite you!" Rude. Someone had to have at least thought about inviting me. So I invited myself. "Hurry up! You're supposed to be out there in five minutes,so you can rehearsal!" I yelled. Peter opened the door. He was ready. What a relief! He was also scowling. "I thought I told you to go away." He sounded funny with his Germonian accent.

     "Hey, Peter, are you ready?" Lukas said. "All ready," Peter said. You will talk to Lukas, but not me? That is just wrong, Peter. I'm your family