The Unwanted, Is Wanted

Chapter 1

It was a week before school started, Emily was the new girl. In her old school she was a flouter, she was friend with anyone and everyone. She wasn't nervous in faced she was excited.

Hi my name is Emily Fisher, I live with my Dad *Rob* and an older brother *by 3 years* named Jackson. I am 16 years old and I'm in 11th grade. My family just moved to Menomonie WI.

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"EMILY WAKE UP!!" Jackson yelled in my ear while I was oh so dreaming of Taylor L.

"Whyyyyy" I snuggled in to the car seat more. Yes I was uncomfortable, but I was tired.

"We're at our new house!!" I jumped up, then the seat buckle went tight and my head hit the car roof. Can you say ow!!?

"Emily clam down. Jackson don't do that to your sister. Emily we're not there yet... about 20 more minuets." My dad chuckled. I glared at my brothers gray eyes that didn't resemble mine in anyway shape or form.. I had brown eyes.

"Jackson your such a jerk!!" I would smack him, but I'm in the front seat.

It was my turn.

"Haha I know. Butttt you still love me!" He pointed out.

"Yea... sadly." I mumbled.

About 5 minutes later Jackson spoke.

"Emily..." I looked behind me to see him looking out the window.

"Yea Jackson?" I turned to the front once more.

"If any of these guys gives you trouble, you'll let me know.. right?"

"Of course Jackson. You are my older scarier brother." I smiled at the last part, he was so over protective. When I was 8 he wouldn't let me hang out with boys because he thought they would hurt me.

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"OH MY GOD!!! JACKSON!!! WE'RE HERE!!! IT'S SO PRETTY!!" I yelled over to my brother who had ear phones *black* in his ears and his black hood up, with his eyes closed.

He quickly opened his eyes to see a White House with a blood red door. In all honesty.... it was really... really pretty.

"Nice.." He didn't really seam to like it. Yea I mean he's 19... he's suppose to be in college, but he wants to take a year off. Or something like that.

We got out of the car, which was really nice. My back has been hurts for 8 hours. I grabbed my Gray bag and Jackson grabbed his black bag. We traveled lightly, because we didn't want to pay to much for a moving truck thingy. The house (furniture, lamps, paintings, pictures ext.) we already unpacked. We just needed to pick a bedroom.

"I CALL BIGGEST BEDROOM!!" Dad shouted and ran towards the one on the right side of the hallway.

"You pick a room now." I told Jackson. He just shrugged his shoulders and walked into a room.

I let out a heavy sigh. This is my family..