whisperwish19
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The sun was already setting by the time Emma reached her Aunt Kelly's house, but now that she had actually arrived she paused on the sidewalk in front of the house, trying to process the fact that this was going to be her new home. Emma's mother had passed away one month ago, and after the funeral her aunt had asked the teen to come stay with her. Faced with the thought of living alone in the house that she had shared with her mother, and moving in with her aunt, Emma had decided she wasn't ready to be alone just yet.
Not that the decision was an easy one. Emma had spent her entire life hiding from the world, or at least, hiding a part of her. Her mom had been the only person she had trusted, truly trusted and now that she was gone the eighteen year old felt more than just sad. She was lost and scared. The only reason that Emma had decided to put her faith in her aunt was because of something her mother had told her on her death bed. She had told the red head to go to Kelly, to trust her. She said that her aunt didn't know her secret but that she would understand.
It was barely a glimmer of hope, but it was all Emma had. And now here she was, three thousand miles from the home she knew, standing a few feet from her aunt's door, a pile of suitcases and bags bigger than she was piled around her on the sidewalk. With a sigh the teenager gathered up all of her bags and stepped up to the door of the house, ringing the doorbell.
Not that the decision was an easy one. Emma had spent her entire life hiding from the world, or at least, hiding a part of her. Her mom had been the only person she had trusted, truly trusted and now that she was gone the eighteen year old felt more than just sad. She was lost and scared. The only reason that Emma had decided to put her faith in her aunt was because of something her mother had told her on her death bed. She had told the red head to go to Kelly, to trust her. She said that her aunt didn't know her secret but that she would understand.
It was barely a glimmer of hope, but it was all Emma had. And now here she was, three thousand miles from the home she knew, standing a few feet from her aunt's door, a pile of suitcases and bags bigger than she was piled around her on the sidewalk. With a sigh the teenager gathered up all of her bags and stepped up to the door of the house, ringing the doorbell.