"I thought that I'd been hurt before."
Shawn Mendes, Stitches
ON THE 21ST OF SEPTEMBER, the night before going back to school, I got a text from Arty.
Arty: Hey, Em?
Emilia: I'm here
Arty: I'm being made to switch schools
Emilia: Why???
Arty: I got accepted into Gotham academy and mum wants me to go
Emilia: Damn it girl, I thought u were gonna be with me
Arty: Sorry
Emilia: You know I'm joking, right?
Arty: Yeah
Arty: Hey Em can I tell you something
Emilia: Sure, u can tell me anything
Arty: My dad is... kinda... Sportsmaster
I sat back in my chair, and took a breath. How could someone as nice as Arty have a psycho for a father? Then again... She wasn't the only one with family issues.
Arty: Em u there???
Emilia: Yeah I'm here
Arty: It's ok if u don't wanna be friends with me anymore
Emilia: What? No!
Emilia: God no. I don't know where you get your ideas from.
Arty: So we're still friends? You're not gonna judge me on my family background?
Emilia: Why would I do that?
Arty: ...
Arty: I don't know
Emilia: There you go
Arty: Thanks Em
Arty: When do I get to know about you?
Emilia: When the time comes
Arty: Just give me a hint! I just dropped you my biggest secret!
Emilia: Let's just say you're not the only one with bad family history
Arty: Girl, that's dark
Emilia: It's also all you're getting
Emilia: See you tonight at the cave
Arty: See ya Em
I slowly moved away from my desk, and to my window. I plonked myself on the end of my bed, and stared outside.
Somewhere out there, Dad is creating havoc.
It had been two days since Natasha had phoned me about my Dad being alive.
If I haven't mentioned his name before, it was Dmitri Ivanov Brookston; my mother had been Annabeth Tracy Verge.
I didn't know what I was.
Ah, the benefits of being a third culture kid.
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The next day, I woke up at six, and damn well moody. "Em, get up! School!" I heard Natasha yell from the kitchen.
"I bloody know," I groaned, "why do think I want to off myself?"
"Oh get up, lazy bum. You need an education."
"Education means sitting an classroom with a load of not useful paper on your desk," I grumbled, reluctantly getting out of bed.
"Don't forget to brush your teeth!" Natasha called.
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Cracking An Enigma (a YJ fanfic) COMPLETED
FanficCredit to @jazzykunestarr for the cover! She did an amazing job! "Whoever said it was easy, needs a good punch in the face." Emilia Brookston has social awkwardness, amazing manners, and a habit of biting her nails. Oh, and she's also running from h...
