Reneesme loses her memory and is sent to live with a human family. She doesn't remember her gift, her family, what she is, or for that matter who she is. And why does everyone keep calling her Emily?
(I KNOW my name is Emily, but you know what I'm trying to come up with a better name. So tell me a better one if you want to be a hypocrite.)
RPOV
Where am I? Who am I? These questions haunted my mind. They were simple questions, maybe even with simple answers.
Though it was over-shadowed by the sharp pains racing through my head.
"Emily, it's your mother wake up sweety! I know you took a fall, but you need to remember!" A woman shouted at me.
All I knew was that these people weren't my real family, that much was a given. And most certainly my name was not Emily!
16 years later
Phoneix in all honesty was not paridise, it in fact was quite the opposite. It was hell.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Wake up! Come on you are going to make me late Emily!" The voice shouted at me.
I opened my eyes and just like every morning dreaded the next one to come. I yawned and got up from the bed to see a true demon from hell staring at me. How wonderful!
"Hello Jessica." I chanted highly sacarastic at my future step-sister. She was 15 and even to a 17 year old me, the devil.
"It's 7 o'clock! You're going to make me late for cheer!" She screamed at the top of her lungs at me.
"You have your permit! Drive yourself!" I replied walking over towards my closet, grabbing out a pair of jeans, a Blue october T-shirt, and of course my classic Ed-hardy high-tops that featured seals juggling beach balls.
"I'll get a ticket and it'll be on my permanent record!" She told me in a slutty duh tone.
"As long as it's not my car." I muttered walking into the bathroom to change.
5 minutes later I was walking out the door bagel in hand towards my car.
"Aren't you forgetting something! Or in this case someone!" Jessica shouted at me.
"Nah, what I'm forgetting though is my back-pack." I replied back tracking a step to pick up my bag before heading out the door.
"You need to take me to school!"
"It's in the opposite direction of mine and my carpool route! Take the bus!" I back-fired at her before hopping into my car.
My mustang to be precise. My black Saleen with red racing stirpes. I started the car, flipped on the radio to my favorite rock station, and drove off to go pick up my friends.
I drove through the neighbor until I reached my first stop, Jon's house. I parked in the driveway and hopped out of my car nibbling on my bagel. I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell.
"Jon your ride's here!" I heard his dad shout.
"Coming!" Jon shouted and I heard something plumet down the stairs.
And a couple seconds later my best friend opened the door. His blonde hair was soaking wet with his bangs covering up his grayish blue eyes.
"Hey Jon!" I chirped smiling at him.
"Hey Em." He yawned.
"Hey Mr. and Mrs. Langdon!" I shouted through the door.
"Hi Emily!" They shouted back at me. I was way, way to comfortable here.
"Come on Em, we've gotta go pick up the rest of the gang." Jon said grabbing my arm half dragging me to the car. He opened up my door and waved me in. I hopped in laughing.
"Thanks." I told him as he hopped into the seat next to me.
"No thanks needed love." He chimed in a sing-song voice.
For some reason I loved it when he called me love.
"Soooooooooooooooooooooo, what happened to Jessica? Did Rachel or Frank take her to school?" He asked me and I just shook my head no.
"Actually she woke me up screaming at me. And under any other cicumstances I would've taken her, but she was being a total bitch." I claimed, he just laughed.
"What'd you tell her?" He asked.
"To either break the law and drive herself or to just take the bus and be late for cheer."
"Nice! I'm proud of you!" He said sincerely, giving me a light pat on the back as I started up the car again.
I made a 'um-hmmm' sound and silently went over to the next stop where Kristina was making-out with my cousin Seth. Not a thing I really wanted to see.
"COME ON DON'T PUT US THROUGH THIS AGAIN!" Jon shouted rolling down his window.
"Fine..."Kristina groans before quickly sticking out her tongue at us and dragging themselves into the back of the car.
"If you guys keep making us see that you're going to start having to drive your own asses to school." I tell them dead serious.
"We all pay for gas money though." They whine. I just shrug, I really didn't want to see them having a tonsel hockey match again.
"I'm not listening to this!" Jon says shaking his head before plugging up his ipod.
He offers my a head-phone and I take it, grateful not to have to hear everything they have to say.
And I flawlessly from there navigate us all to school.
I pull up in the parking lot and into my normal spot. Before we all hop out and almost all of us part. A girl walked up to us her light brown hair flowing down her shoulders.
"JON! I thought you said you'd be waiting for me when I got here!" The girl shouted at Jon, and flopped herself into his unopened arms.
"Sorry, my carpool was having problems liyla." He groaned, before turning to me with a saddened look upon his beautiful face. And this just broke me, it broke me into tiny pieces and threw me into the blender.
I ran, as fast as I could from the scene laid out before me. And for some unknown reason tears fell down my pale cheeks.
"Emily! Come on, he's not worth it!" I heard Seth yell as I ran through the parking lot and into the nearby woods.
"HE! SHE! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" I screamed falling onto the forest floor, tears falling down my cheeks.
"If he makes you cry, he's not worth your tears cuz." Seth whispered sitting down next to me wipeing away my tears.
"Can I ditch, without everyone finding out?" I asked knowing that now I truly needed a mental health day.
"No, but I'll help you the best I can. Come on now, I'll need you to act sick for this to work." Seth said pulling me up gently. This was a really bad start to my day, yet from here little did I know it was about to get worse. I was about to find out my whole existence was a lie. And everything I held dear would soon turn to shit...