So many thoughts, so little time to see them all!
Emmie wished she had the time. She wished that she didn't have to leave right now. She wished she knew where her parents were, and while she was at it, Emmie wished that she wasn't being forced to marry some freak. But no matter what she wished, Emmie Rae Philips couldn't reverse her choices, or anybody else's, although she could hear them.
As far back as Emmie could remember, she had been able to hear people's thought. Not just guess them or read them, but literally hear them, as though they were talking out loud and spilling all their regrets, hopes, dreams, and secrets out for all to hear. It wasn't like that, though, because only Emmie could hear them. Because of her so called "gift" she was also able to know exactly what people voices would sound like.
Also because of this gift, Emmie was going to have to marry a madman. And that was no exaggeration. His name was Evan Awl, and despite his surprisingly good looks, he was constantly yelling about miniscule mermaids and ugly unicorns, among many, many, others. Emmie's caregivers though him absolutely adorable, and his were more than happy to get him off of their hands. In her opinion, just because a man was "adorable" in a mentally ill way, didn't mean that you should make your child go and marry him. Supposedly, her mind-reading skills were going to help them get along better. Emmie seriously doubted that.
Just then, a large black van pulled up outside of the building. Well, that's my ride, I guess. As she took one last look at the beloved building that she had practically grown up in, Emmie inhaled sharply, turned around, and stepped into a brand-new life, not knowing what lay ahead of her in the next few tumultous days.
Emmie Rae Philips was no longer a child. Now, she was a woman.
