-Emerald-
Declan. Brant. Brant. Declan. Breclan.
Gaah! It's so annoying.
"Emmy, are the sandwiches ready?" Mom calls me.
"Sandwiches? What sandwiches?" I ask her in astonishment.
She looks at me weirdly.
"Is this the effect of the letter from that Declan guy?"
"What letter?"
She shakes her head and comes near me.
"You're scaring me, mom."
She grabs my shoulders and shakes me.
"Wake up, Emmy. What's wrong with you?"
"I'm good, mom. Thanks." I shriek while she shakes me.
She stops her trying-to-wake-me-up activity and takes a step back. "Better?"
I glare at her. "I'm perfect. I remember the letter and the sandwiches now."
"I knew it'd work." she smiles excitedly.
"Worked amazingly." I respond sarcastically.
"I know. But honestly, are you okay Emmy? You don't seem too fine."
