Hey my name is Ema Allen I'm eleven years old, almost twelve and I live in Los Angeles, California. And my story may not be "believable" at first but trust me, it is. It was 12:46 am on Christmas Eve when this story happened. I was asleep and I heard this bang sound, I went downstairs to check it out and in my head I said it was Santa Claus but nope it wasn't. It was this flash of flighting this thing gave me horrible memories of me and my dad fighting. I heard my dad telling me," Be strong, cunning, and brave no matter what cause you're an Allen." The last thing my dad has ever said to me. I called 911 and some how the lighting thing just left and my mom had a knife in her hand. I could've sworn the lighting killed my dad not my mom. The police came and arrested my mom and then I was sent to an adoption center.
*14 years later*
"Ema, is that really you?"
to be continued
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Don't stumble in the Dark
AdventureEma has lost her dad when she was 11 by an unknown source of lighting. Her mother was framed for it and now Ema has lost her loving mother and father. What will Ema do? *the story is like a diary so I won't be doing quotation marks*
