Emmie Reads 소설 & 이야기

I swallowed the words and said, “I’ll tell you when it’s the right time, Mum. But I know it’s something that’ll make you very happy.” She chuckled. “Well, now I’m curious.” “You'll find out soon. I promise.” Just then, Emma came down the stairs. “I have to go,” I told Mum. “Love you.” “Love you too, sweetheart.” I ended the call just as Emma walked up to me. “The kids are ready for us,” she said. Us. I loved the sound of that. I got up. “Thank you, Emma. For agreeing to let me read to them.” She nodded with no smile on her face, but at least she wasn't trying to kick me out yet.

he asked instead. Mrs. Gentry pursed her thin lips. “Let me assure you that Emma is a bright child, and she’s at the level she should be in all subjects, although she seems to excel most at reading and the language arts. I will say, I’ve had to tell her to put a book away during class. I applaud her interest in reading, but she needs to understand there’s a time and a place for reading, as well.”

My heartbeat begins to quicken and before I can stop it I’m eight years old again. One thing that I have always found very weird is that when I have these flashback, I don’t feel the pain that I must have endured. I have these little clips in time but not the memory of the pain. Instead, I feel the emotions that I felt the terror and sorrow that I was in. I felt happy at first. It was a boring day at home. I was playing in my room shaving the hair off of my barbies and designing new outfits for them out of some of my old clothes. I had always been an odd duck and never much of a girl. I liked playing in the mud and playing sports. One this particular day I was still in my pajamas because nob

They were around ten in number but Emma had no issues. Working with Emma for two years, Claire also by now had a good idea about Emma’s extraordinary skills. Her eyes glittered with hope and a small smile adorned her face when Emma without throwing tantrums, took the bundle from her hand and started reading them. Emma had her college till 5 p.m. but fortunately today she had no classes in the evening. After returning home, she changed her clothes which were a simple white full sleeves cotton shirt and black trousers. Usually, she wears sneakers cause they’re comfortable but for the grand event, she chose black heels. Her silver hair was tied with a black scrunchie and she was wearing a beaut

“You got big.” “I'm TWO!” James held up three fingers. “That's three fingers,” Sophia laughed. “We are still working on counting.” “Two!” James tried again, managing to hold up one finger this time. “Close enough,” Killian said solemnly. “Two is very important.” “Ant Yemmy!” James twisted in Killian's arms to stare at me with frank curiosity. “That's right,” I said, stepping closer. “I'm Aunt Emmy.” He studied me for a long moment, then reached out to pat my face with sticky toddler hands. “Pretty.”

Just as Mrs. Williams closed the drawer, she heard a soft knock on her door. Emma walked in without waiting for any response. Her face was pale, her hands clutching her phone tightly. We need to talk," Emma said, her voice barely steady. Mrs. Williams gestured for her to sit, amazed at the sight of Emma’s shaken expression. She wasn't expecting her to come forward so soon. “What is the matter, Emma?” “I got a message,” Emma said, trembling slightly as she handed the phone over. She read the message with Emma sitting across her table. "You're in over your head. Walk away, or you'll regret it."

Then she answered. “What are you doing?” Sofia asked. “Reading.” “Still?” “Yes.” Sofia hesitated. “You sound different.” “I am.” “In what way?” Emily looked at the letters. “Informed.” Sofia laughed lightly. “That’s dramatic.” “No,” Emily said quietly. “It’s not.” She ended the call. She returned to the table and sat down. She picked up the first letter again. This time, she did not read as a daughter. She read as someone studying a system.

'' I raise an eyebrow, sighing. Emma finds this all as a bloody joke as she keeps on laughing before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, shaking her head in disagree—turning to look at the water. Both of her eyes are lightening due to the sunlight shining brightly into her eyes, showing a more of a lighter brown. Then, all of a sudden, I am left to find her sitting onto the sand as she continues to watch the waves. It's quite cute to watch her be so mesmerised by the waves and the wind, I can't help but smile to myself, watching her.

A moment later, she finally understood what they were implying and quickly spoke up to correct them. “Hold in, no I didn’t do whatever it is your all thinking about right now, okay? I swear, I only read books and watching TV and movies. Either that or I would continue training myself.” Emmie was telling g the truth. Whenever she alone at home, she was nothing and productive. Her favourite things to do was Learning and she liked martial arts. Training running and punching.. she loves all kind of martial arts. They allowed her to stay young. Her friends were rendered speechless. It would be unbelievable if those words were utter by any other person, but this was Emmie, she would not lie to th