The life I live by Margaret (best classic literature .txt) 📖

choosing of course. nodded and directed her to the bath room. There was a super old fashioned shower, and it had a cheap plastic thing going around it, not exactly worthy of being called a shower curtain.

She made sure the door was locked, and slipped into the shower. There was only little kid shampoo, that had conditioner combined in it.

It did a decent job with her rat nest looking hair. She rapped a towel around her body, and went looking for to see if she could barrow some P.J's She passed the room that of course only Rachel was laying down in. In the top bunk above her was some P.J pants and shirt. Emily guessed that had laid them out for her. She smiled to herself. This woman was very nice indeed. She walked over, and pulled the P.J's down.

She went into a small closet and got dressed in them. She came out, and sat on Rachel's bed. "What do you want?" Rachel grumbled as she snuggled under the thin sheets and covers further. Emily shrugged, not exactly looking at Rachel directly. "Why are you the only one in hear?" Emily asked tilting her head. "Get in trouble or something?" Rachel shook her head from beneath the covers. "The other rooms are already overcrowded. So I got this room all to myself, well I used to have it all to myself at least." Rachel sat up in the bed, and hugged her knees.

"So why did your parents drop you off hear?" Rachel asked. Emily shook her head. "They didn't, I got kidnapped. I was just walking on the side of the highway, and then I found this place, and well, it seemed decent, so I thought somebody could help me get back home." Emily sighed. "Unfortunately, that's not exactly what has happened." Rachel nodded. "Do you know why the guy kidnapped you? I mean doesn't that normally happen like when parents get devoiced, and one parent kidnaps the kid, normally it's a family thing, it's really rare that some stranger just snatches a kid off the street." Rachel suggested. "I saw he just murdered one of my teachers, so I think that might have something to do with it..." Emily pondered sarcastically.

Rachel's eyes grew wide, and she blinked.

"M-murder." Rachel blubbered, the words not really sounding right coming out of her mouth. Emily shrugged. "Well, yes, and no. It was just ballistics jell, it's this rubber material that you can form into different shapes. He made a human shape, and I guess painted it to look like a human, in this case my teacher, and…." Emily's voice feel silent. "And?" Rachel asked sounding interested. "My friend Zim…" Emily fought the tears, and she just sniffed. "It's getting late, might as well get to bed." Emily said starting to climb on to the top bunk. Rachel nodded, and snuggled back under the covers.

Emily fell asleep faster then she had ever managed in her life. It felt good to be in a bed again, sleeping some were that was safe, and warm. Emily was up with the sun that morning. It was a strange feeling to just get up and go. She jumped down from the top bunk, and looked over to see if Rachel was still asleep. Rachel wasn't there. Emily shrugged, and walked out of the room.

There were a few kids at the breakfast table, but they weren't eating, they were cleaning. Emily slightly smiled. If these kids were in her neibor hood, they would be titled as having mental issues. But then again these kids grew up differently than the kids in her subdivision. They were much nicer, and more accepting. Ellie was cleaning the table along with a few other boys. They were all already dressed in what Emily guessed was their uniform.

They were still cute as ever, even the little stains of dirt on their cheeks were adorable. Emily walked around in her P.J's. She was looking for Rachel, the only girl at this place with black hair. All so the only girl there who seemed to be annoyed at Emily's arrival. She stepped outside and a cold breeze bit her. The silky P.J's that she was wearing didn't help much. Emily ignored the cold and walked on.

She soon enough found Rachel, who was sitting on a swing. Two ropes were tied to a huge oak tree arm. The thick ropes lead to a small piece of wood, and two holes were drilled into it so the ropes would go through. Making the perfect homemade swing set. Only problem was that Rachel was just sitting there. Emily walked over to Rachel, and gave her a slight push. Rachel; whom wasn't expecting this feel out of the swing.

"Uh-Oh." Emily mumbled to herself. Rachel who was still on the ground, let out a growl. She sprang up, and glared at Emily. "You're a dead girl!" she yelled, and bolted after Emily. Emily smiled for a split seconded, and turned around, and ran for her life. Rachel was hot on her heals, but the uniform that she was wearing really slowed her down. Emily looked back. Rachel was wearing the uniform, but she was wearing some leggings under her skirt.

That was the only thing that set her apart from the rest of the kids. Emily was getting tired of running from a nine year old. She saw a tree just about 20 feet ahead, when she came close enough too it she lifter her hands to the sky, curved her arms. She did a 3-60, and landed on the branch she'd swung from.

Emily congratulated herself for a moment. She certainly was a modern day George of the jungle, or Tarzan. She was too high up, even when Rachel went on her tip-toes. Emily smiled, and swung her feet back in forth, while Rachael continued to try and get too her.
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Publication Date: 09-10-2010

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