Redemption
Chapter 1
Emily stared at herself in the mirror as if she was searching for the meaning of life. She bent over on the counter placing her hands on it for support. First day, first day of torture. Emily thought. Emily left the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom and searched through endless boxes to find a suitable outfit to wear.
“Let’s see what says, I hate my life and I don’t want to be here” Emily said aloud.
“Well if you want to make that impression why bother getting dressed?” Emily’s mother entered her room sipping a cup of coffee.
“Oh, well I…” Emily didn’t have words. She remembered the night before. Emily’s mom set her cup on the desk next to the door.
“What about this?” Her mom held up a flower patterned dress. It was cute but not exactly what Emily was going for.
“Really mom, a dress? Don’t you think that would be trying a little hard?” Emily asked taking the dress.
“Maybe you’re right,” Emily’s mom crossed the room and opened a box marked Emily’s Clothes. “This is cute,” Emily’s mom pulled a long tan sweater out of the box.
“Yeah, I think that is the one that hangs over one shoulder,” Emily said grabbing it and crossing to the closet where she had already placed her favorite brown boots. The boots weren’t cowboy style but still had a western feel, they came up just below her knee. Emily grabbed the boots and set them on the bed.
“How about these?” Emily’s mom held up a pair of dark-wash boot-cut jeans.
“Yeah I think that will be good,” Emily said smiling faintly. “Look mom I’m sorry about,” Emily was cut off.
“Just forget about it sweetie,” Emily’s mom walked towards the door. “Now get dressed,” She said as she shut the door. Emily continued to get ready her sweater was free flowing and went just past her jean pockets. Emily walked into the bathroom and inserted her contacts. She applied what little make-up she wore and pulled her light brown hair into a messy side braid. Emily left her room and went downstairs. The old wooden staircase creaked as she descended. She hung a right at the bottom of the stairs and walked down the hall into the kitchen. Her mom had placed a few necessities on the brown granite counter tops.
“Breakfast?” Emily’s most stood holding a box of Wheaties.
“Breakfast of champion’s mom?” Emily slumped into the only chair at the kitchen table.
“Well it’s all we have, unless you want the left over Beef Jerky from the road trip?” She set a bowl, the box, and milk in front of Emily. She began to eat as she gazed across the table into nothingness. She spotted her mother’s To Do list on the table beside her. The pad of paper read Julia across the top. Something her father had gotten her mom for Christmas many years ago. The pad listed various tasks such as put up the drapes, organize kitchen cabinets, she skipped to the bottom to see call Robert, written in all capitals.
“Hey, who’s,” before Emily could finish she heard brakes squeak outside the house.
“Oh look the bus is here,” Julia said clearing her cereal bowl.
“The bus comes right to our house?” Emily said confused.
“Well no, since we live on the corner so it comes for the entire street,” Julia said tugging Emily to the front door.
“You know mom if you let me get my license I could just drive to school,” Emily said sighing.
“Honey you know how I feel about driving, besides this will be a way to make some new friends,” She practically shoved Emily out the door.
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