Dear Emma

Dear Emma

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I then came out from the corner and started walking towards them. They all stopped and smiled as I came over. As I passed by I grabbed Emma's wrist and dragged her behind me. All the cheerleaders looked at us with disgust as we walked down the hall. The minute we turned the corner away from them I let go of her wrist and looked at her. "Thank you" she sighed with relief. "No problem. I don't understand why the concept of us being friends isn't getting through to their small brains" I said frustrated. "Well, I'm average and your... You know, Kai" she said with a hint of hurt in her voice. "Average? You seriously think of yourself so lowly? Where's your self-esteem?" I asked looking at her. She was gorgeous, how could she not see it? "Yeah, compared to them I'm average" she put her head down. "Emma, you're beautiful. Stunning. Okay, I like you just the way you are. Don't let them get to you. They hide under layers of makeup, but you don't. Lighten up" I said lifting her chin to look at her eyes.
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As I walk into the school, he spots me and immediately starts talking to me. I brush past him, ignoring him, but today is definitely not my lucky day... He grabs my arm firmly, stopping me, and turns me to face him. The pain on my face contorts his expression. "What's wrong, Emma? Lost your voice, lizard?" I don't look at him; my head is hung low once again. "When I'm talking, you need to look at me!" he shouts, lifting my chin so I have to meet his gaze. I look at him, but it's not with innocence; it's with anger. "Oh, look, Emma's angry, everyone!" he mocks. "Just leave me alone," I say, meeting his eyes as I pull my arm free from his grip and walk away. He stares at me, shocked, as do all the kids around us, not expecting what I just did.

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