Emmy's POV
I woke up in the dim light of morning and stretched. I threw back the covers and leaped out of bed. I grabbed one of my gymnastics leotards, changed into it, put my curled my hair in messy but pretty waves, threw them into a ponytail, grabbed a granola bar, and ran out the door. I laced up my roller skates and snapped on the invisible helmet my dad developed, and skated over to the gym.
When I got there, I walked into the gym and settled down putting my stuff in my locker and walked over to the floor area.
•after gymnastics•
I sped home and s disaster was awaiting me. Our house was toilet papered, the cabinets ripped off of our kitchen walls, and our jewels were stolen. I saw Anitra sitting on OUR sofa, eating icecream and watching television. She was wearing our jewels. I socked her real good in the stomach, and her eyes. I then took a knife and carved, I STOLE THE JEWELS on one arm. On the other, I ALSO DESTROYED THIS HOUSE.
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Worse Than A Ghost
Mystery / ThrillerWhen Anitra rents a room and moves into Emmy's house with her family, Anitra and Emmy are supposed to become friends, but Emmy finds that Anitra, the girl her age, is worse than a ghost!
