What do I do? What do I do?! Emma wondered internally screaming at what was to come.
"So Emma as I said, were moving," her father said bluntly. The words cutting though her like a knife even though she had already heard it just a second before. (A/N Idk guys...)
"Dad, please don't do this!" She cried, the sun illuminating her tears, "I don't want to move from our home and city."
"Look... WE ARE MOVING, and besides the house has already been sold and we just bought the new house. Your just going to have to deal with..."
Emma didn't hear the rest as she ran out of the living room past the old floral couch, and into her small bedroom. Laying on her bed she cried herself to sleep.
