Senior Year

Chapter 1

(Emma POV)

               I wake up to an alarm in my ear, which is a stark reminder that it is the first day of school. I try to hit the snooze on my phone without taking my head off the pillow, but it's not shutting off. Ugh

"Emma..." Anna, my 'roommate' whines at me. She's 11, so I can't even be mad at her. She wants sleep as much as I do, it's just she can actually sleep now, while I can't.

I finally open my eyes, and find the right place to tap, and get the alarm to stop, for 15 minutes at least. I let my head hit the pillow, and without fail, I'm asleep again.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Dammit," I sigh, and this time I know I don't have the option of a snooze button. I have to get up. I slide the alarm, and it shuts off. To wake myself up a bit, I scroll through my phone. I must have gotten into a slump, because before I knew it I was holding my phone over my head, and it dropped, hitting me right in the forehead. It's too early.

"Ha ha ha," Anna giggles from the other side of the room. I turn my head, and send her a fake glare.

"Why aren't you asleep?"

"Your million alarms woke me up Emma," she responds. If she thinks snoozing once is bad, wait a couple weeks Anna...

"So instead of sleeping, you watched me scroll through my phone?" I ask her while throwing my sheets off, and stretching.

"And watched you drop it," she said giggling again. She's definitely 11.

"Yeah, yeah," I sigh. I grab some clothes, and walk to the bathroom. I have been in this house for almost 2 months now, so I know that to get the bathroom to myself I have to wake up before Elsa, who was Anna's biological sister, and my age. They're pretty lucky to still be together. I've heard a lot of horror stories about siblings being separated in the system, but they've made it. Anyone who knows them knows that they are pretty insufferable, I don't think anyone could have the heart to separate them.

I get to the bathroom, and start to get ready. I get dressed in a nicer outfit that usual, it's the first day of school, at a new school. I don't  want anyone to know I was an orphan, so not 'looking like one' will be a start. I'm actually wearing my black dress, the only dress I own, with black tights underneath. It's a little cutesy for my normal taste, so I run to get my combat boots on, they always make me feel like myself.

I've been to many schools now, and since middle school my foster records have been kept separate from my school records which means none of my teachers should know I am an orphan either. Normally keeping my living situation a secret hasn't been a problem. I haven't had that many close friends overall, and no one ever asked about coming over to my house. Not many people really know me.

I put on light makeup in the mirror, and the only reason you could tell I have any on is because I'm wearing a bit of dark lipstick. I look myself over one last time in the mirror, and leave the bathroom. Elsa is just walking up to the bathroom, perfect timing.

"Emma you look good," Elsa smiles as we pass in the hallway.

"Thanks. Wait Elsa at school we're not..." I say, and she gets the hint.

"Not telling people, I know. I got to this school midyear last year, and no one knows about me either," she assures me. I continue down the stairs, and into the kitchen. My foster mother, Ingrid, is pouring coffee into a mug.

"Good morning Emma,"

"Morning," I say, and pour some cereal into a bowl.

"Are you excited?" she asks me. I scoff. I don't exactly think 'excited' is the word to describe it, more like dreading.