Dead Girl Walking

Part II

"Haha yes dad, I know..." said Emma who tried to sound somewhat pleasant as she talked to her father on the phone while driving her sky blue Cadillac Convertible down the highway almost in Bascom. "Dad I'll be okay. I'm a 23 year old girl. If I am legally aloud to drink booze, I think I can be trusted driving from Alabama to North Carolina," she said. Richard and Melina Hallington had every right to worry about their daughter. Emma had been born with a moderate (nearly severe) case of epilepsy and was moving thousands miles away from them... alone.. "Daddy I'll have to call y'all back when I get to the house. I love you and tell momma the same too please," she paused then continued ,"OK bye Daddy." She threw her phone down onto the passenger seat and sighed. She moves away to get a break and more freedom and and ends up being called by her mother or father every five seconds. "This is real bull," she mumbled under her breath as she exited the highway. When she reached the end of the exit, she found herself in a nearly vacant intersection. Her light was red, so she decided to look around a bit, at least try to get familiar with the area. To her right she saw an Olive Garden, a gas station, a Super Wal-Mart, and a pet store and to her left she a Burger King, a bowling alley, and a ratty looking school. She could barely read the name of the school. "Grey Shark Highschool? Hmm..," she said as she turned her head and saw that she had a green light. She floored it straight through the intersection and found herself on a not-so-newly-paved narrow road. It's too damn quiet here, she thought as her eyes scanned back and fourth continuously until she came across Pine Ave. As she drove down Pine Ave, she repeatedly whispered to herself, "Number thirteen, number thirteen," trying to remember the number of the house. Finally she pulled into the driveway of a small, yellow, ranch-styled house with blue shutters that about matched the shade of her car. She spotted Alison, her real estate agent, stand up from sitting on an old rusty bench on the front porch. "Hey Allie... wow... look at this place," Emma quietly exclaimed, breath taken. Alison led Emma inside to show her around a bit. 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a finished basement, a kitchen, a dining room, a living room, and even a private library. And that was only the inside! After Allison left, Emma called her parents and unpacked the few suitcases and boxes from her trunk. She made her bed and just sat on it while she waited for the movers to come with the rest of her boxed up stuff. Luckily the house came fully-furnished and her new bed and mattress set came in just few days ago, fully built of course. She made her bed and sat down just starring out the window. She was deep into her thoughts when she spotted a big orange-yellow blob out of the corner of her eye and realized that it was a school bus. The bus' breaks squealed until it came to a jolting to a halt. Off walked a petite girl, maybe 5 foot 5. She was quite pretty, a-bit-past-shoulder-length golden hair, pale blue eyes (almost like a husky's). Emma watched the girl slowly walk down the drive while the bus pulled away. Finally, when the teen disappeared into the house, Emma laid down and just starred at the ceiling. The scenes continually replayed in her head like a skipping record. Right before the movers came and rang her door bell she sat up, as if in a daze, and whispered,"That must've been her."