Emma’s Story – Sylvie Sacks

We call her Emma. She has bright red hair and dark blue eyes. Her parents call her The Vicious Beast, because some people are afraid to go near her. But not me.

When Emma was nine and I was nine and a half, we sat together in the Baker School cafeteria. It smelled like lunch that day: meatball subs. Ew. We were sitting and picking at our subs, when Kate McRich strutted by, wearing a pink dress and high heels.

“Excuuuse me, you are blocking my view,” Emma said with a scowl.

“Well, I don’t care.”

In response to this, Emma picked up the soggy, saucy sub and threw it straight at Kate’s dress. Splat.

“What the heck did you do?”

“I did this,” and she picked up my sub and threw it at Claire Smith, Kate’s best friend.

Within fifteen minutes, there were meatball bits everywhere. It smelled like Ribsy’s dog food. And sitting at her table, watching it all, was Emma. She had a smirk on her face.

Almost One and a Half Years Later

It was a sunny day when flowers were blooming and the birds were chirping,  and I was at Emma’s house. Her mom was cooking breakfast for us. Bacon and eggs, and on the side was toast with jam and butter.

Emma said, “I am going to give toys to orphans.”

I thought that was so sweet and nice, but I knew that was not what Emma was doing from the small grin on her face and the tone in her voice.

We finished our breakfast, but I decided to follow her.

As she walked down the road to walk to the orphanage, I saw her grinning. I also saw a piece of paper sticking out of her pocket. What was it for?

I decided to follow her to wherever she was going. I ran to her but not that close, so Emma would not see me. Emma passed the orphanage. Why did she lie to me? Why did she still have the toys in her hand?

As we passed the next street, Emm stopped and turned and went down another street. We made it to Central Street where a lot of the stores were.

I saw Emma was heading to Stop n’ Shop then I remembered her mother said, “Emma, go to the supermarket and get me what I need and then there will be five extra dollars for you to get anything you want but you must get everything that I put on my list first or else you will get grounded.”

Emma gets grounded A LOT because of what she does.

Emma walked into Stop N’ Shop, ran to the drinks and candy aisle, and grabbed a bag of mixed candy with mini Milky Ways and a lot more mini candies. She also grabbed an orange Gatorade. They equaled five dollars altogether.

I can’t believe Emma wouldn’t spend more that she was supposed to! Emma always spent more than she was suppose to!

She ran around the store, grabbing everything on the list in one minute. I was so surprised.  Emma has never done anything so efficient and actually the right way.

She walked to the cash register with everything in a neat pile in the small shopping cart. Emma walked out and down the road to the orphanage. I couldn’t believe Emma was actually going to the orphanage to give the toys to the kids! My mouth was wide open and my eye were staring at her like a robot.

I watched her as she walked into the orphanage and opened the gate and little kids ran to her and Emma hugged them! Emma handed them each a stuffed animal–she had the exact amount of stuffed animals for each kid. Also, the kids acted like Emma was their hero, like she was the superman flying through the sky and saving people and handing out stuffed animals to all.

What happened to the Emma I knew? The mean and brave and beastly one?

Emma hugged all the kids and went home . This time I ran ahead of her so she would think I would be going to be at her house when she told me, which was in five minutes, so I hurried along.

I got to her house and her mom opened the door and said, ¨Sorry, Emma’s not home because she is buying groceries for me.”

But then Emma was right behind me. She told her mom, “Well, now I am home. We’re going upstairs.”

As we were walking upstairs I asked, “Where were you?”

“I’ll tell you when we’re in my room.”

In her room she told me everything. “I was dared to be a troublemaker for two years and now it is over.”

“I know you, Emma, and you will take any dare that someone tells you because you don’t want to pay the fine for not doing it.”

“Will you still be my best friend if I’m not a troublemaker?”

“Yes, I will always be your friend–troublemaker or no troublemaker. You will always be my best friend. I might have followed you.”

“You did WHAT????”

I bit my tongue. Would she hate me forever? I felt really badly for not telling her I didn’t know what to so I just said, “Do you want me to do anything for you?”    

“No, thanks, but there is one thing I need to say to you. Thank for looking out for me but you could’ve told me and I wouldn’t be mad at you.”

”But you are still always my best friend.”

We still call her Emma. She has bright red hair and dark blue eyes. Her parents now trust her and think she is kind. People love to be near her and now know she can be trusted. She is my best friend.

 

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