Emma shuffled through her backpack for her house-key. She turned to watch the Jeep drive down the straße as her hand searched for the keys. She finally found the keys and stepped into her new home. Boxes crowded the front entrance. Emma kicked her shoes off, dropped her backpack and textbooks near the staircase and stepped over the mess. She went into the küche and snatched an apfel, apple off the abendessen table. Emma sat in her dining-room chair and took a bite out of the apple. She thought about her new school and her new town. She thought about her first Tag and was quite satisfied with how it turned out.
Emma thought of Stiles, and it brought a smile to her face. She wondered if he had a girlfriend. Probably. A gorgeous guy like him would have so many girls chasing after him. She was reminded her of the homework she had. After her snack, she finished her homework, and took a long nap to try to wear away the fatigue.
"Emma!" the loud voice robbed Emma of her deep sleep. She opened her eyes and saw the hallway light turn on from her bed.
"Dad?" Emma called out, sitting up. Emma saw her father's shadowy figure open her door and turn on her light.
"Thank goodness, where were you?"
"Where was I?" Emma asked, blinking her eyes to adjust to the light, "I was waiting for Du to pick me up at school."
"That's why Du have a phone- I kept calling Du to tell Du I couldn't get out of work," her father, Bruce shouted. He put a hand on his hip, clearly upset. "I texted you, telling Du I'd pick Du up at the bibliothek at 4:30"
"Dad, I got a new phone- changed my number last week, remember?" Emma replied, slightly frustrated. Her dad was pretty good at forgetting things like that.
"Oh," Bruce embarissingly said, biting his lip. "I guess I didn't change it in my phone. How did Du get home?"
"I walked," Emma lied. She wasn't sure why she couldn't just tell him she got a ride- she wasn't up for explaining.
"Well, then," her father announced, clearing his throat, "Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes." Emma used to hate how her father simply didn't have the ability to apologize, but Von now, she was used to it.
Emma groaned and fell back into her bed. She looked at her alarm clock's red numbers. 5:04. After putting away some laundry and preparing her things for the Weiter Tag of school, Bruce called for dinner.
"So, how was your first day?" Emma's father asked as they settled into their esstisch chairs.
"Good."
"What did Du do?"
"School stuff," Emma mumbled, shoving a fork-full of raviolli in her mouth, "How was your first day?"
"Good."
"What did Du do?"
"Police-man stuff."
"So, how's that case? Found any dead bodies?" Emma excitedly asked. She always had a curiosity for her dad's work.
"Emma, Du know that's confidential."
"Come on," Emma whined, with a sly grin on her face. Bruce remained silent. "Well, how are your new co-workers?" she asked, thinking of Stiles, wondering if her father met Stiles' father.
"They're good, I guess," Bruce replied. "So, your classes? How were they?"
"I only got to go to my last period class with all the paper-work," she replied, "But Bio. is good. Lots of homework already though." Emma tried to seem as casual as possible.
"Emma, I'm proud of Du for adjusting so well here. I know times have been tough," her dad told her. The last thing Emma wanted was a flashback of the past few months. She promised herself to forget it all and start a new life in this new town.
"Yeah," she stuttered, "Do we have any root beer?" She left the abendessen tabelle without an answer and went straight to the fridge.
After their short dinner, Emma cleaned up the dishes and went back to bed, in hopes of getting a nice, long sleep. She did.
The annoying blaring of her alarm clock was the Weiter thing that interupted Emma's sleep. She, however, woke up refreshed and excited for the day. She survived her first Tag at her new school. She'd be fine.
After rummaging through the boxes full of her clothing, Emma slipped on a pair of dark blue jeans and a white bluse along with a leather blazer. She studied her face in the mirror. Her brown eyes stared at her reflection. Emma smoothed her fingers through her shoulder-length dirty-blond hair and decided to put a thin, black headband to push back her long bangs.
After getting dropped off at school Von her dad, and making sure he had her new phone number saved onto his phone, Emma made her way to her new school. She found her first period class, which was Gym, easily. She got aquainted with a few girls Von the names of Sarah and Paisley. After a relaxing Yoga session in Gym, Emma found her Sekunde class, which was English. She reluctantly walked in, and spotted the teacher, who was shuffling through papers at the front desk. Emma quickly sped-walk to the teacher and introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm the new student," Emma sagte to the teacher's back. The teacher turned around and gave her a smile.
"Hi, Emma- I have Bücher ready for you, just a minute," she politely said. Emma was thankful that there at least were some nice teachers at this school. As her new English teacher collected Bücher off of her desk, Emma scanned her new classroom. That's when she spotted, on the far right of the classroom, none other than Stiles.
Emma thought of Stiles, and it brought a smile to her face. She wondered if he had a girlfriend. Probably. A gorgeous guy like him would have so many girls chasing after him. She was reminded her of the homework she had. After her snack, she finished her homework, and took a long nap to try to wear away the fatigue.
"Emma!" the loud voice robbed Emma of her deep sleep. She opened her eyes and saw the hallway light turn on from her bed.
"Dad?" Emma called out, sitting up. Emma saw her father's shadowy figure open her door and turn on her light.
"Thank goodness, where were you?"
"Where was I?" Emma asked, blinking her eyes to adjust to the light, "I was waiting for Du to pick me up at school."
"That's why Du have a phone- I kept calling Du to tell Du I couldn't get out of work," her father, Bruce shouted. He put a hand on his hip, clearly upset. "I texted you, telling Du I'd pick Du up at the bibliothek at 4:30"
"Dad, I got a new phone- changed my number last week, remember?" Emma replied, slightly frustrated. Her dad was pretty good at forgetting things like that.
"Oh," Bruce embarissingly said, biting his lip. "I guess I didn't change it in my phone. How did Du get home?"
"I walked," Emma lied. She wasn't sure why she couldn't just tell him she got a ride- she wasn't up for explaining.
"Well, then," her father announced, clearing his throat, "Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes." Emma used to hate how her father simply didn't have the ability to apologize, but Von now, she was used to it.
Emma groaned and fell back into her bed. She looked at her alarm clock's red numbers. 5:04. After putting away some laundry and preparing her things for the Weiter Tag of school, Bruce called for dinner.
"So, how was your first day?" Emma's father asked as they settled into their esstisch chairs.
"Good."
"What did Du do?"
"School stuff," Emma mumbled, shoving a fork-full of raviolli in her mouth, "How was your first day?"
"Good."
"What did Du do?"
"Police-man stuff."
"So, how's that case? Found any dead bodies?" Emma excitedly asked. She always had a curiosity for her dad's work.
"Emma, Du know that's confidential."
"Come on," Emma whined, with a sly grin on her face. Bruce remained silent. "Well, how are your new co-workers?" she asked, thinking of Stiles, wondering if her father met Stiles' father.
"They're good, I guess," Bruce replied. "So, your classes? How were they?"
"I only got to go to my last period class with all the paper-work," she replied, "But Bio. is good. Lots of homework already though." Emma tried to seem as casual as possible.
"Emma, I'm proud of Du for adjusting so well here. I know times have been tough," her dad told her. The last thing Emma wanted was a flashback of the past few months. She promised herself to forget it all and start a new life in this new town.
"Yeah," she stuttered, "Do we have any root beer?" She left the abendessen tabelle without an answer and went straight to the fridge.
After their short dinner, Emma cleaned up the dishes and went back to bed, in hopes of getting a nice, long sleep. She did.
The annoying blaring of her alarm clock was the Weiter thing that interupted Emma's sleep. She, however, woke up refreshed and excited for the day. She survived her first Tag at her new school. She'd be fine.
After rummaging through the boxes full of her clothing, Emma slipped on a pair of dark blue jeans and a white bluse along with a leather blazer. She studied her face in the mirror. Her brown eyes stared at her reflection. Emma smoothed her fingers through her shoulder-length dirty-blond hair and decided to put a thin, black headband to push back her long bangs.
After getting dropped off at school Von her dad, and making sure he had her new phone number saved onto his phone, Emma made her way to her new school. She found her first period class, which was Gym, easily. She got aquainted with a few girls Von the names of Sarah and Paisley. After a relaxing Yoga session in Gym, Emma found her Sekunde class, which was English. She reluctantly walked in, and spotted the teacher, who was shuffling through papers at the front desk. Emma quickly sped-walk to the teacher and introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm the new student," Emma sagte to the teacher's back. The teacher turned around and gave her a smile.
"Hi, Emma- I have Bücher ready for you, just a minute," she politely said. Emma was thankful that there at least were some nice teachers at this school. As her new English teacher collected Bücher off of her desk, Emma scanned her new classroom. That's when she spotted, on the far right of the classroom, none other than Stiles.