That Girl

That Girl

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    She was sitting there, silently, alone, and in a trance. Her long blonde hair flowing against the soft breeze, and her small figure leaning against the bark of the most enormous tree in the school. Who was she? Her eyes were glistening blue, they had a story to tell, the question was..what is it?      'Emma is no ordinary school girl' Jolene, her mother spoke with shame to her husband that night. Emma Denton was now fourteen years of age living with her mother Jolene and father Samuel Denton. Her house was rather large with a circular staircase that was very grand.       The beautiful teenager was once happy, lively and like any other teenager in the world, wild. It is safe to say that this girl's life was of something no one was to understand.
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This was unusual, I was normally home alone for a few hours before my parents arrived. "That's weird, why is everyone home?" I asked out loud. It was more for me then anyone else. "Aren't you home for a few hours by yourself?" Leslie questioned, her brown eyes staring into mine. "Yeah, I hope nothing bad has happened. Well only one way to find out" I said as I gathered up the courage to walk in. On the inside I was freaking out, my parents would only come home early if there was an emergency. I unlocked the door to hear voices coming from the living room. Dropping my bags I stopped dead in my tracks, one voice sounded very familiar a little too familiar. No it couldn't be him, we moved away years ago. He wouldn't have the nerve to face me after what he did, coward. Slowly dragging my feet I made my way to the living room. What I saw before me turned my face ghost white. My worst nightmare confirmed, there he was, Max, sitting on my couch, in my living room, in my house.

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