Corpse Bride 2: Emily's Life

Chapter 1

Hey guys! Sooo I've had this idea for quite some time and although I wanted to start one of my own made up stories , this idea kept eating at me and I just had to get started on it. I love corpse bride! Reviews are appreciated as long as they're positive! AzileeBarnes107 is my wonderful editor, keep checking her out, HereToVibe as well! Love you guys and enjoy!(I don't own corpse bride it's the wonderful Tim Burton's work)
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So.....this is me.

If you don't know me, my name is Emily. Emily Van Dort. You may know me by my parents, Victor and Victoria Van Dort, the richest people in the village..., and for some, they're also the looniest. Your parents have probably told you at least once about my father having been in contact with dead people. Yes, it does sound mad, I know. Some do believe that he has, because they have also claimed to see the dead walk upon the earth one night, many years ago, just before mother and father were married. Then, there are others that believe he actually is crazy, sometimes my mother too, for she also claims to have seen them along with him. Most that do, however, are usually people new to town, or people that weren't close around my family.

When I was a little girl, 8 or 9 years old, I used to scream at those who would gossip about my parents, and they were always glancing at me as they whispered. I would scream some ugly things at them until my face felt hot with rage, but usually someone would always snatch me away to make me shut up.

I would get dragged back to my house by my arm, and then mother and father would be scolded about how they need to keep this 'bad tempered, ankle-bitin' weasel' under control. Then they would stomp off in a hurry, like they had just wasted their time showing up.

I would weep to mother and father that I didn't mean to be naughty, but I couldn't let people talk about them like they did. And I really did feel bad, I didn't want to be someone who picked fights. That wasn't who I was. But I wasn't going to let them treat my parents like they were freaks.

But neither of them got too mad, other than just a bit of scolding that I should know better, that I couldn't get so mad about what everyone was going to say, because people were going to gossip anyway, but that was just it. Father would tell me how I was a free spirited little girl, and he loved me all the more for my nature, saying that was how the best of people were. Mother would hold me in her lap sometimes and tell me that I would grow up to have the world's greatest personality.

My parents were wonderful people, and I would never let anyone treat such good people like they were crazy. So if I was giving the message to fight, so be it, my parents would always be worth it.

After a few times of being dragged home, and my parents being chewed out, I had learned to grow out of it, for mother and father's sake at least. I learned how to keep my mouth shut when mother and father were the talk of the day, for the most part at least.

Until this one day, when I was 10 years old, and I had really gone bonkers on one man who took it much too far.

Because we lived around the village, and we knew everyone at least a little, mother and father were alright with me roaming around when they thought I was old enough, as long as I didn't go too far.

I've never had any true friends (at least half of the children around the village were already becoming little brats), but when I was 10 years old there were these 3 boys I would often run around with, and they didn't mind me tagging along.

They were Thomas, Vincent, and Samson. Vincent was the oldest by a year and the most adventurous of us all, he was just a few inches above me. He had the brightest green eyes anyone had ever seen, like they were made to fit his personality, and he had a bit of a tan, but his blonde hair was always neatly combed and never seemed to get out of place no matter what, even if he tried rubbing his head in the dirt vigorously. Samson was around a month younger than me, and he was the thinnest, not like my father, but still pretty skinny. His mother struggled to keep enough money for food, so some nights he could not eat. But even through that, he always seemed to be happy, even when his little sister died two years ago, he always found ways to be happy. He had gray eyes and dark brown hair that fell in bangs on his forehead, covering his eyebrows, his skin was a normal pale. Thomas was probably the meanest, but he still wasn't bad, at least, he wasn't considered a delinquent. He usually just made rude remarks, sometimes without meaning to, and sometimes on purpose. He had dirty blonde hair that shined at the roots, and deep brown eyes, almost black, which gave him almost a matching cold look as his personality, like Samson he was equally pale, but freckles dotted around his face. He was also the strongest, for a ten year old he could really make someone spit out blood. I've seen it done before too.