I'm not a normal girl. It's not hard to figure that out. I was eight years old when I discovered that other people can't do what I can. And I have been terrified of myself ever since.
My name is Emma Kardos. I'm a freak. You might be wondering why...
This is a shared story, so for the author's note, bold and underlined is @Elover05, and bold and italicized is @OJustAGirlO.
Hello my peeps and geeks! What is up?
Hope your day is going fantastic.
Aww, look at you, using big words.
Wow, I'm not a baby. Anyways, this is my first published story and I am very excited for you guys to read it.
This is my sixth published story... I feel so old now.
Hey, I am older than you.
Yeah, but you still remind me of a little jellybean.
I'm not a jellybean. 😐
What about a peanut? Or smol bean?
Nope, none of those either.
*Whispering to readers* She's still in denial.
Anyway, I am very excited to post our story.
And I'm just so proud! *Wipes fake tears from eyes.* My little girl is growing up!
I'M OLDER THAN YOU!
I'VE ANGERED THE BEAST! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! SHE WILL SHOW NO MERCY!
Haha! If you keep calling me little I will show NO mercy to you. But I think the readers are fed up with our bantering.
But you're my adoptive sister! You love me too much to show no mercy.
Did you not just see what I said?
Yes, I'm just selective of what I choose to accept. But yeah, you are right. So, readers, welcome to our mess of a story!
Hope you enjoy! (She's so a little jellybean.)
My name is Emma Kardos. I'm a freak. You might be wondering why I think of myself that way. To find out you will have to listen to the story; my story.
It all started on February 6th, 2000. The day I was born. My father always told me I was special, but he had no idea how special I really was. My mother... well, I don't like to talk about her anymore.
"Emma! I missed you!" I hear, and seconds later, I was almost knocked over by my best and probably only friend, Olivia Chanceller. She was cute, but I knew she didn't think so. She had short blonde hair and golden brown skin, making it look like she always had a perfect tan, even in the winter. Her brown eyes had flecks of gold in them, making them her most striking feature. All in all, she was pretty, but not stunningly beautiful, which I was glad for. The popular girls had a way of taking all the Beautiful girls and turning them into brainwashed minions.
