An Emmie's Life Is Never Boring

Chapter 1- The New Guy

*Emma*

My name is Emma; Emma Lewis. I'm the girl you love to hate. I'm only a freshman in high school, and yet I already run the school. I'm the kind of girl who skips class to go hang with the guys, but I'm also the kind of girl that'll stick up for the weird kid you were just picking on. Weird right? I don't get it either. I'm friends with most everyone at my school, except for a view certain people, but we'll get to them later. Most people are too afraid to not be my friend, because they know that if they try to mess with me, they'll lose. If you try to fight me, up me, or just mess with me in any way, you'll lose. No human on Earth can ever beat me in a fight. Trying to up me, trash-talk me, or anything mental you'll lose at that too. No human is smarter than me, so I always win. I'm used to it, but I don't take it for granted. One thing I've learned in life - never take anything for granted or get too comfortable, it may just come back to bite you in the ass.

As I'm walking out the front door of my house at eight to go to school I try to decide if I should run to school, or just take my motorcycle. In the end running would be faster, but I chose my motorcycle just to make a statement. I don't wear a helmet because I don't need one even if I got into a bad crash, which is extremely unlikely, I'd probably walk away with a bruise at the most. I walk down my driveway to the stainless steel gate, unlock the lock and walk into my backyard. There's at least 1000 square feet of grass, a tennis court, basketball court, pool, Jacuzzi, pool house, and the extra house in the back we use as our garage and game area. I use my key to unlock the garage and see all our cars, motorcycles, scooters, bikes, skateboards, and basically any other device on wheels you could use as transportation. On the second level is where all the games are, but I don't have time to play a game now. I pick the white motorcycle, I'm not into learning about what type of motorcycles they are so I just call them by their colors, we have basically the whole rainbow, and then some. I end up pick the white because it matches the outfit I'm wearing - my light brown high heels with the laces in the front, white shredded pants with a brown belt, a light tan tank top with lace designs, a big white scarf, my brown leather jacket, and my light brown Gucci bag which held my school stuff. My high heels bring my height from 5'4" to 5'7" and I will always be thankful for that since I'm short. I roll the motorcycle out through the backyard and the driveway, start it, and am on my way to school.

When I was about half way to school I got pulled over by a cop, on his own motorcycle. Here we go again. As he got off his motorcycle and walked over to me, he lifted up his eye shield thing on his helmet- I don't know what you call it- and I could noticw he was in his early twenties, which I was thankful for be that'll make it easier.

"Excuse me ma'am, do you realize that it is against the law not to wear a helmet while riding a motorcycle?" He said in a professional tone.

"Why yes officer I do," I said using my special tone, and making my eyes big, "but you see officer . . ." I looked at his name tag, "Handsome?" I use the line I got off of Friends, from Rachel, and every time it works like a charm. Thank you Rachel.

"Actually it's Handson," He said blushing. This is going to be easier than I thought.

"Oops, I am sorry. It is just an easy mistake to make," I said, then winked for good measure, "but anyways, as I was saying, I don't need a helmet when I ride." I made me voice firm. "And I never will. Is that clear?" I used my special look, making my eyes go black.

At first he was taken back, and was going to say something, but then it settled over him. All he did was shake his head yes, walk back to his motorcycle, and drive off. I drove off right after he left, and was back on my way to school.

When I arrived at school I parked in my usual parking spot, right next to the entrance. Even though I was twenty minutes late people still knew not to park in my spot, and I loved that. Since I was already late I decided to go to the bathroom to fix anything that could've got out of place while I was riding the motorcycle.