chapter 1

Emma felt that today out of all the others was different. Somehow, she didn't know why though. She figured for some reason the aura was different, heck, maybe the people are different. A sense of dread hung in the air, cloaking Emma. It felt like a heavy woolen blanket used for putting out small fires. In her head this simile felt like it should feel safe and comforting. It wasn't though the wool was suffocating and was weighing her down. she'd never experienced claustrophobia before but the dread made her feel like she was entrapped in a small room and the walls weren't like the flimsy plaster walls she'd encountered before but instead a cool metal threatening wall. There were no windows in her room so it was pitch black. It was so cold that her breath became a puff of paleness against the dark. There was no door so there was definitely no escape. All these feelings and images pounced on her at once overwhelming her. But then she let out her breath and her eyes were flooded with sunlight; she was back where she needed to be. Thankfully she was the only one in her bus seat, because since she was the last one in the class to board the bus and since there was an odd number she sat alone. Her seat was the only one with an un-tinted window but that was because she sat in the very back and all the back seats have un-tinted windows so they could let the sunshine in and make the bus a happier place. That’s one of our country's pet peeves they hate sadness so they try to make it happy. she thinks it's just plain annoying, but hey what can you do? It’s not like they smile all the time it's just they want a happier place. if you're purposely hateful or depressing you're sent to therapy until you're "better". schreeeech! The bus's brakes squealed when they stopped. When the class stepped outside of the bus the sun was pounding on them. Emma's hair was black so when she egressed from the bus it felt like she had put on a halo of fire. Everyone went to the beaches locker room to change into shorts t-shirts and sandals for when they went on the beach. When everyone was back outside their teacher Mrs. Manet silenced them so she could speak. "Children, this is your only party so behave yourselves so we can all have a good time."   

all of the children squealed, kicked off their sandals, and ran to the water squishing the sand in between their toes. she was about to follow when her teacher called out to her. " Emma before you go i need you to talk to someone" she turned around and marched off without waiting for an answer. Emma reluctantly followed.

 

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems, what do you think of it :p

Reviews

[CrimsonBlaze]

I'll ignore the grammar problems :P After all it's the story itself that truly matters and really, it wasn't that hard to read so I'm not fussing :) This is a truly nice start so far, and I hope you keep it up, great hook and nicely written :)

[Cathy Wattam]

I enjoyed reading this, some very good lines here but let down a little by the grammatical errors. I know you said to ignore them but I'm afraid I find it hard. If nothing else, please start each sentence with a capital letter. I'm a stickler.

[Dr Ayaz chandio]

Nicely written,liked the story,keep it up.

[Facade21]

i guess i was right to decide to read the next chapter. very well written can't wait to read more