Emily Winchester
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William
Present
Amanda
Present
Emily
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Emily
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Any one heard from Emily today?
I can hear the teacher calling my name, craning her neck to find me among the flock. Asking where I am.
Truth be told that is the wrong question to ask. The real question should be why I'm talking to you right now while everyone goes about their daily routine.
Well my suitcases are packed and in the boot, my blond curls are waving carefree in the wind. My heart is clenching in my chest but there is a fake smile plastered on my face. I have been practicing to keep it looking natural for the past hour, while I feel ready to vommit.
If you saw me right now you might say " there is a girl whose got it figured out" whatever 'it' is. I look like I have it. And the blond woman next to me, well she looks normal, she even looks a little like me.
I haven't seen her since my 6 th birthday party. It was princess themed and there were balloons and all the things that make spoilt brats happy. There is this blond woman in my memory, smiling a true smile and handing out hotdogs to all my friends.
My teacher will have forgotten about me by now. My friends on to their first classes. The only person who will notice my absence is my father who will be called from the school. He might try my cell or go straight home to find a tear stained letter from the woman next to me.
I don't know what it says but I know he won't like it. We have been alone without drama for the past 10 years and he always worried about me not having a motherly figure to guide me.
Now my escaped mother is sitting next to me...
We have been driving for hours since 5 o'clock since my dad left and my mom came rushing in. She packed my bags and tied my hands. Dragging me sleepily to her car.
Why am I not happy to see my mother after all these years? I must be crazy or not a very good daughter.
You see my mom is sick. Not cancer type sick but mentally sick. She tried to kill everyone at my 6th birthday party. After insisting that she makes better cake than any caterer. She was so mentally exhausted after helping set up and clean up for the party, she finally lost it when she had to bake the cake on her own, midnight, only hours before the party.
She poisoned my cake to teach us a lesson. When a little boy whent to my mom and gave her a hug thanking her for the most delicious cake he has ever eaten she broke into tears and started yelling "I'm so sorry!" over and over again hysterically.
Finally someone phoned an ambulance for her. By the time they arrived the little boy and several others including me had collapsed from the poison.
She tried explaining which poison she used to help us but unfortunately one of the kids didn't make it. They locked her up in a mental institute when she pleaded insanity.
Now she was next to me. Smile plastered on her face and hands gripping the steering wheel much like a lifeline.
My only comfort was the sound of gravel beneath the car wheels. Rhythmically lulling me to sleep.
