EMILY

CHAPTER ONE.

One year later....

“Emilyyyyyy” Annabel screamed my name as soon as she stepped into my

apartment. I groaned loudly as she made herself extremely comfortable

beside me.

“What?” I asked as she took the bag of chips from my hand. I gave her a

playful glare but she pulled my cheeks instead.

“You changed your hair style and dyed it green?” I asked and she flipped it

to the side, giving me a cute pose in the process. I giggled softly as I took

back my chips. I stood up and made my way to the kitchen, grabbing a cup

from the cupboard and filled it with water. I handed it to her and she

mumbled a little thanks before downing it in one go.She handed me the cup

and I jokingly rolled my eyes, making my way back to the kitchen and she

followed me immediately.

“Are you going to attend therapy today?” She asked and I shook my head.

She hummed in reply as I brought out the ingredients which I would use to

prepare dinner. She soon joined me, helping me cut the broccoli into little

bits since I do not like it in its lumpy state. We made broccoli pasta since I

do not like lettuce. We ate in silence once we were done cooking, but the

dare devil sitting opposite me would always steal my bites and I let her,

mostly because I knew that I have little or no appetite to eat. Once done

with dinner, she made her way to the door and then back to her apartment

and I was left, all alone, again. Left with the thoughts in my head and my

skyrocketing emotions.

The last year had passed with a blur. I had experienced so many emotions.

Some are overwhelming and difficult to hold in and some are just neutral.

Annabel had befriended me after our little chat by the door. She got me a

group of five friends and I made six of them. I was no longer depressed,

which was what I always say to myself, since I now hung out with them on

a daily basis. I also attended parties together with the other five and also

the fact that Annabel is rumoured to be a bad girl in the school. But within

us, we all know how cuddly and soft she is.She kept up the bad girl

persona, always changing the colour of her hair, breaking dress code and

always sleeping in class.

On the part of my family, I had been declared missing. Immediately I heard

about it, I dyed my dark brown hair, black and wore boring grey contacts.

Annabel had branded my actions suspicious but I flicked the matter off, and she didn't bring it up again, which was I very glad of. The mistake on my family's part was deciding not to broaden the search horizons and limiting it only in Los Angeles. Maybe they believed that I had gone to a friend's place or whatever and they didn't know any of my friends or even whether I had any friend in particular. The news was recurring for like two months and the only picture my parents had of me was my thirteenth birthday picture which they had because I asked the butler to take it with their phone with the hope that they will be very pleased, but they swiped past it as fast as they flip past a document which made no sense. Nobody would figure out who I was with that picture but to be on a safer side, I had changed my look.

I had made a decision not to think about them again. But here I

was , doing the direct opposite of what I had said. I sighed as I made my

way to my bedroom. I showered and laid down to sleep. I have a very long

day tomorrow and I hope to be in a good state of mind, if not, I will be

disoriented.