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Emma POV
“Ugh. This dress is so uncomfortable.” I say as I put on the dress my mother picked out for me.
“Emma, please don’t act this way today. Its my friend Katherine’s party. None of my friends have met you and they really want to. I don’t want them to get the wrong idea about you and you acting like a man. You are 18 and need to act like a lady.” Mary, my (so called) mother says.
“Not that I want to .” I mutter under my breath, hoping she doesn’t hear me.
“Emma you can’t live like a boy for your whole life. Do you ever want your happy ending? Do you ever want to meet your True Love. You know how the laws of the world work. You have to start acting civilized.”
I can tell she is starting to become angry with me but I don’t care at this point. “Why do I have to go with you guys to the party? Can’t I just stay here and work on my writing and job applications? You know how much I despise dancing and dressing up. You were running through the woods when you were my age.” As soon as I say it I want to take it back.
“You know quite well what life was like for me at your age. I was on the run from a crime I didn’t commit and it took years for them to stop. That’s why I did all of those things. Now you are going to this party whether you want to or not.” She yells standing and walking out of my bathroom.
I wait a few moments before leaving my room. I was wearing a red silk dress and my long blonde hair over my shoulders. I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. Thankfully my mother wasn’t there. I walk out the kitchen entrance into the back garden. I take off my shoes and feel my feet in the cool spring grass.
“Yet another party to add to the list of countless events I’m going to hate.” I think to myself.
I walk through the garden wishing I had my laptop with me so I could play some more games. They used to have such fun when they were younger. Now that I am a young adult I want to go on adventures and be with my True Love. But I just don’t think I have a True Love. I have never been attracted to any of the boys that my mother has tried to get me with before.
“Emma dear its time to go.” David, my father, calls out from the car by the front walkway.
I run to the car as fast as I can in this clunky dress. I feel my feet digging into the asphalt as I reach the walkway next to the car. I smile and enter the car with as much poise as I can muster before I laugh at my father’s expression.
“Could you atleast try to act lady-like for your mother’s sake?” He asked putting his head in his palm.
“I mean, I will try but you know how much I hate going to parties and talking with other people. You know how much I hate people.”
“I know.” He strokes a curl from my face to behind my ear.”But you need to start putting yourself out there so you can move out one day.”
I nod before putting my head onto the small ledge near the window. I stare out and sigh.
“Alright let’s go everyone.” My mother says climbing into the car.
We ride for what seems like hours before my eyes begin to droop and I start to drift off to sleep. This is going to be the worst day ever.