To The End

Chapter 1 - Emma

    "Ugh, why'd we have to move again?" I groan as I unpack another box for the kitchen.
"Because my job is here now." My grandfather replies grinning. He knows how much I hate moving into new towns.

    I start to put the dishes into the cupboards and cabinets. The time seems to take forever to change as I start opening another box labelled 'Emma'. I take it upstairs to my new room. The house wasn't so bad. It was the doors that made too much noise when you opened and closed them. I'll never get to sneak out if I have friends, I thought silently. I start grabbing the hangars and adjusting my clothes onto them. One section for my dresses, one for my school clothes and last but not least, my everyday track pants and sweaters.

    "Emma!" my grandfather calls from downstairs.
"Yes, Gramps?" I say and start heading down the stairs. I plop down in a chair.
"A friend of mine says a bar in town is having a teen night tonight. It'll be a time to make friends before you go to school on Monday." He says.
"Ugh, you know I can't stand people. They're so fake all the time. And you also know that guys always try to hit on me when I'm out without an escort." I add as an argument.
"You are going Emmalea! You need to get out more anyways!" he argues back.
"Fine. I'll go, but, your dropping me." I say at last and he smiles knowing he won.

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    I glance at the closet full of my clothes. What to wear, what to wear? I need an outfit that makes me look badass, but even more intimidating. That way all the creeps will leave me alone. I pull out a pair of black high heels, black jeans and a black tee shirt. I also grabbed a long silver chain and hooked it to my belt just in case I needed it. For fashion or for defense. Finally I slip on the tee shirt. It's a little tight fitted but it'll do. I walk down the stair and lock the door as I head to the car where my grandpa is waiting to take me there. I slide into the car, it's an all black 1969 Shelby Mustang Boss. Even makes me more threatening because it makes me look like an assassin arriving. Assassin? Where had that crazy idea come from?

We pull up to the bar/club/grill. There's a sign that reads:

Charlie's Bar and Grill

Teen Night

15 and above

    "Wow." My grandpa mutters. "Be good and make some friends." He says.

"Sure will. Now get along your way!" I reply and slip out the car.

    I subconsciously rub the birthmark on my wrist that looks like a bow and arrow. I walk into the bar and the little bell rings. I notice some people glancing at me and then going back to playing pool or drinking soda. I also notice a band setting up on stage. They practically have the same outfit that I'm wearing. Oh crap, is this a normal look around here? I ponder and stare around the room. I also notice a couple people with a weird greenish glow around them. I rub my eyes and blink but they are still glowing. Whatever must be all the weird smoke coming out the vents looked green-ish. I looked around for a seat that was empty. There was one. But the guy sitting next to it was too good looking to just be leaving it empty. He has the first pair of sapphire blue eyes I've ever seen, he also has the sexiest face I've ever seen and an athletes amazing body under those clothes. And amazing black hair that had a low fade. Huba. No way is he here and only starring down at his phone.

    I walk over to him and notice he's wearing the same outfit as the band and me. A tight fitted tee that showed off his muscular shoulders and abs, he also wore black fingerless gloves and black jeans. He wore black combat boots just to finish it off.