The Strange Life With Emma Rand 1st chapter

                                        The Strange Life With Emma Rand

                                                   By: Kelly Cool

                                   Chapter 1 Sunday December 2 1995

         Hi my name is Emma Rand, I choose to write this diary because I feel my life is anything but normal. And I have one question that this diary will answer.

              When I was eight years old my parents had died in a car wreck, but the weird thing was I was with them the night It had happened so what happened to me?

            When I woke up from a coma, from the car wreck the first thing I said was, “Where are my parents?” The response was, “Honey there in a better place now.” I knew instantly what that meant but I kept my cool. they looked at me weird probably because they expected me to burst into tears but I really don't like crying in front of people it sounds kind of bad that I didn't cry over my parents death but at least my eye watered....oh who am I kidding.....I did cry!

              I started to get uncomfortable probably because I was laying on a rock hard bed,i just heard that my parents died, and I didn’t exactly know how I got to the hospital but I knew I was in a safe place. maybe. I had eaten some yummy soup and drank some juice, just when the next nurse walked in, and smiled for a moment I thought I saw some fangs, as soon as I thought about it she stopped smiling almost like she read my mind, but it couldn’t be, I thought. how? its my mind....I thought it had to be. so I took my mind off of the thought when she started talking. She told me that, “I would be staying at my grandma and grandpas until they think im old and mature enough to leave or until I get to college.” I knew what grandparents they were talking about it would be my dad’s mom and dad I never really knew them well, most likely because my dad had a bad past with his dad so I’m not too excited but I guess I will get through.

                                                              December 9 1995

            After an exhausting week of staying at the hospital I went (home),and started to get ready for school. It was weird calling it home for the first time. But I knew soon I would be used to calling it home , I started school in the third grade.

                                                             December  16 1995

                     By the second week I met a nice girl named jaden After a few days we had become really good friends, she had met my grandparents, and I met her mom and dad and we went to places that were super fun, and that kind made me miss my parents even more ,but it was really fun! and then, Marie the devil moved to our town, and to me she is the worst person on the planet, but to jaden ,Marie is the sweetest person on the planet. It made part of me jealous but I forced myself to like her. I never really wanted to be her friend but we all became friends, and I soon forgot about all the times she had bullied me I hope that’s all behind us now but half of me will never forgive her.