Emily Allen

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It was the day after the attack. I was still living at Adams' house since I was scared to go home and face my parents. I woke up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. My hair was in a messy high ponytail and I was wearing a long purple shirt and dark gray shorts. I got out my favorite cereal from the cabinet and took out a bowl. I poured the milk into the cereal and grabbed a spoon from the drawer. I plopped onto the couch and turned on the TV. I was watching the news when I hear Adam coming into the living room. I turned my head to see Adam standing at the counter. His hair wasn't combed and he was wearing a dark blue tee-shirt with green and black pajama pants.  After Adam got his breakfast he turned around to look at me. He smiled and I smiled back. Looking at him made my fears and worries of what happened yesterday go away. He was the sun to my rainy day, and the peanut butter to my jelly, if only I'd like peanut butter and jelly. 

Adam sat beside me on the couch and put his bowl of cereal down on the glass table. "So," He said turning towards me. "So," I said putting my bowl on the table also. I smile at him and he replies smiling,"Why do you stay around here, when you'd be safer at home." I took a breath and looked at the couch. "I'm in a fight with my parents, and my parents somehow know where I am. Yet they let me stay here, with you." I say looking up at him. Adam looks confused, but also happy. "Well at least they trust me with you." He says scooting closer to me. "Thankfully," I say smiling back at him. He leans in and our foreheads touch. 

Then there is a surprise knock on the door. "Expecting someone?" I ask getting up and going over to the door. "No, you?" He asks also coming over to the door.  I look in the peephole and see someone in a nice slick black suit standing in the hallway. "That's weird," I say showing Adam who is at the door. I look over at him and he shrugs, as do I. I open the door and the man in the suit says,"Hello, are you Emily Rose Allen?" I'm confused how does he know who I am."Yes I am," I reply. He says,"Your parents ordered me to bring you home." I scoff. "Of course they did," I reply. I can't believe my parents would hire someone to bring me back home.