Em You're Perfect

New Reality

The news seemed unbearable. Have you ever been told something that you can't seem to understand? That's what this felt like, the reality of losing people makes things bad. Just bad.

Last week we lost Ashley. I didn't get the chance to see her, because I was with Kevin. Of course I'm going to do the whole "this is all my fault" sort of thing, but I can't. It wouldn't be fair.

Ashley got in a car accident. She was in the hospital. It didn't work.

People can only do so much. It's unfortunate for them, but devastating for us.

Because of her role on Pretty Little Liars, I'll become Hanna. I go back to school on Monday.

Most of the time Mondays are dreaded because of being tired and not wanting to adjust your sleeping schedule, but I dread it because of how people will come to me.

Everyone at school has heard about my sister and I have already gotten 26 "hope you feel better" texts. I don't want to deal with all of the school feeling sorry for me and me just accepting it. I don't want to deal with them. They will all be the same sort of thing: I hope you feel better, I am so sorry for your sister's passing, She's in a better place now, and I bet you really need a hug right now. It's probably the 2nd hardest part. 1st is accepting the news. A part of me still hasn't come to grips with the fact that she is gone. I miss Ashley. I really miss her.

Monday Morning

Once again I woke up to a pastel filled room with the sun streaming into my windows.
Today I needed a look that would be good for sunny weather and not too much.

I picked out a pair of high waisted light wash jeans, short sleeved white crop top, and white Converse. For makeup, I just concealed a few blemishes, added mascara and blush, with lipgloss. My hair was brushed out to show my natural beachy waves with a side part. Jewelry remained simple with a single gold triangle necklace. With the paparazzi parked up and down our street, I grabbed my Versace sunglasses and a palm tree snapback. I was pretty sold on this look, but I didn't know what the tabloids might say. They can take anything and turn it into a disaster. Anything.

School

I was immediately flooded by questions from the school newspaper writers and random people that I had never talked to before. All of the faces looked familiar but it just looked like a blob in all of the chaos.

Eventually I was taken into a small cluttered office by the school counselors and an officer.
The officer started,"Emily Benson?" He looked down at his clipboard.
Who else would it be?
"Yes sir."
"We have a plan to keep the press back."
"Plan?"
"Yes, bodyguards and escorts with the help of a manager and an assistant."
"For what?"
"Ms. Benson, I don't know if you just saw, but everyone will want a piece of you for the 2 weeks."
"But an assistant," I said questioningly. "is that really necessary?"
"Yes, this is for your safety Ms. Benson."
"So what do I have to do?"
"You have to fill you sister's role in society," he whispered something to the counselor,"cute, trendy, actress, and a teen role model."
"Ok, but can I just try today alone?"
"Just today, but tomorrow you will be escorted to school," he handed me a schedule.

Schedule
8:45•escorted to school in family car
9:00•arrive at school and escorted inside
9:05•check in with school counselor
Classes up until lunch time
11:30•leave school to PLL set
2:00•leave PLL set
2:15•return to remaining classes
4:00•come home
Free time
*this schedule applies to all school days, schedules on weekends will be messaged to participants if needed*

He started again,"you're life will change, because you won't be just Emily, you will be Ashley and Emily."

But I didn't want to be Ashley and Emily, I just wanted to be me. Why do I have to do this? Ashley is my sister, she will always be my sister, we are not the same people. I am tanner than her, have longer hair, and I don't like peanut butter (she does).

At that point I left the room. I didn't want to talk to them or listen to my new life being planned out. I needed a "Queen Bee" moment.

A Queen Bee moment is when I act like I am on top of the world and nobody else matters. It's okay to have these moments, because it gives power and a feel of superiority. Being a Queen Bee person makes you seem cocky and too full of yourself. I may come across as a Queen Bee person to others, but that's because those girls want to be me. It's how it works I guess. Ha, I try.

I stepped outside of the door to hear ear piercing screams coming from girls all around. The paparazzi flashed a few photos and pictures of my sister were thrown at me begging for autographs. 2 muscular men in black suits pushed through the crowd to escort me aside to my next class. Some kids threw their shoes at me while others threw roses and get better cards. The screams still went on.

Before I knew it, I was in an empty classroom with my new bodyguards, a teacher, policeman, and Kevin. I rushed to hug Kevin, but was pulled back my one of my bodyguards abruptly.

This was going to take some adjusting.

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