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Emily was always an introvert at heart. She was always wierd and quirky in her own obviously adorable way. She could do no wrong but she didn't see it like that because she had to have a hero complex from all the trauma she has gone through bc the reader has to feel sympathy for her.
As usual, school was the worst. She hated it. Even though she was always an hour late to school because her favourite Starbucks opened at 8:45 because all the baristas got rich over her absurdly expensive and complicated drink that she got everyday that she spent thousands of dollars on yearly just because she needed a hit once in a while. But she was a good girl don't worry.
It was now 9:30. She walked around everywhere with her face always buried in a book, not seeming to notice how everyone stared at her beauty as she moved through the room. Even the teacher who is like 45 and has a wife and kid blushed when he saw her because he had never seen such beauty in a person so he never called on her for being late.
She sat down at her desk in the corner because all the cool kids always ignored her there, (she was wrong, all the cool kids are in love with her) still not paying attention to anyone. All the boys blushed as she turned a page, licking her finger. Even some of the girls felt attraction towards her because wattpad writers don't want to get cancelled for not representing despite the readers almost always being white.
*cue story that she is the inspiration for 1D's you don't know you're beautiful*
"Emily! No reading in class! And Jeremiah! Turn around."
Little did she know, Jeremiah had a massive crush on Emily because she was so quirky and different.
Emily looked up from her romance book, flustered, a cute red blush heating her face as she looked at Jeremiah. He had turned back around but she just kept wondering if it was true that he had been staring at her.
No! It can't be! She thought, I'm too quirky like that you know. UwU.
After about 55 minutes of Emily not paying attention bc she's a rebel and a bad B, she exited class, still reading her romance novel. As she got to her locker, the plot of her book got to a really hot and steamy part. Ew, they're kissing. And there's only one bed! This is a bad book. She thought. She knew they wouldn't ever do it though, she only read Christian books. She was a rebel in disguise. DUN DUN DUUUNNN.
Emily's father had made her promise before he died that she wouldn't kiss any boys until she had finished school, and Emily had stuck to this ever since he had passed. Emily's father had mouth cancer, but she didn't know how he got it because her mom didn't have it so she thought he hadn't kissed her mom since she got it. Also there was a strange rash on his chin before he died. But there was no logical explanation for it. She would know, Emily has a 187 IQ despite being in an average school and at the bottom of her class. Her teachers just hate her.
With a look of disgust, she screwed her face into a ball of disgust and slammed the book into her locker, not noticing all the staring people around her. She was just too attractive ya know?
It happened to be the period of the day by coincidence and not just bad writing, so Emily sighed as she put all 17000 books from her locker into the bag bc her teachers always hated her. She exited the school via the fire exit bc she wanted to avoid the people who wore toxic mascara and chewed gum by the entrance. She didn't want to be subjected to bad energy.
*sigh * "only my crystals and incense understand me." She said to herself on the sidewalk.
She walked home from school bc her mom used all her wages to pay for her wine problem bc there's only one type of alcohol on wattpad and her mom forgot to make payments on their car that was taken away by the authorities but luckily didn't have the good sense to check her daughters living situation in case she might not be subjected to the emotional torment Emily is always going to be subjected to bc she is so quirky and different and her mom doesn't understand her. It's a good thing too because then she might not get any "character developement". But God forbid she hasn't got some type of light narcissistic trauma that we all have to hear about.
When she got home, she opened the obviously unlocked door and immediately smelt the wine her mother was drinking on the disgusting sofa her mom has sex on bc apparently not only is her mother depressed, clichet-ly and stereotypically "abusive" but she also has to be a whole bc 'interesting plot on wattpad'. Maybe her mother will take a conspicuous trip somewhere with the many sugar daddies she has and not appear for a month.
Her mother, who was plastered, drunk and covered in cheap makeup, turn on the sofa groggily.
"Hey. Emily, can u do your homework please? Your teachers called again." She said. Apparently she was still hung over.
"UGH MOM! I can't do that! I'm just too smart for school! I can't believe you would ask me to do do that! You don't understand me! I HATE YOU!" Emily yelled at her mother, who winced as she screeched.
"Emily... please don't shout. And stop breaking things. I can't afford to replace them." Her mother sighed.
"I HATE YOU. THINGS WERE BETTER WHEN DAD WAS HERE. HE WAS A BETTER PARENT." Emily yelled and ran up the stairs.
She cried herself to sleep that night.
"No one understands me." She whispered to her Teddy bear and lit her incense. She wouldn't open the window. She was too pretty for carbon monoxide poisoning. Even at twelve, Emily understood the ramifications of her mother's actions. Working a job, drinking bc she was mourning, asking Emily to even god forbid... do her homework? She was taking it too far.
It was at that point, Emily decided that she hated her mother for being a sensible adult. Yes. Emily was very justifies in this loathing. And she would never feel the consequences of it.