Emma!

In Literacy this week I have been writing a story of my choice. Then main charterer is called Emma, hence where the name came from! I havn't written to much but its a start. Comment if you like it! Enjoy!

The rain hits the windows in crashing waves and the building practically shakes. Students crash into the building leaving the cafeteria door swinging shut. I hunch in my jersey against the blasting wind and wave my way through the bunch of dripping students. I needn't have bothered. A path clears ahead of me and I hurry through without a glance back. Pushing open the door I step outside and welcome the cold wind, sucking the warmth from my core. My hood hangs down over my eyes, shadowning my face. Only a handful of people have seen me with it down. “Hey Emma, Wait up” Cait runs towards me. We walk in silence down the path towards the science block. “You ok?” She speaks quietly and glasses over at me. “I’m fine” My voice is thicker than normal and she must notice the change in my voice for she tugs at my gersey to stop walking. “What's up?” Sometimes I hate that she can read me so well. I shrug, my gas trolling at the ground. “Parents fighting again” I say finally, rolling my eyes like it's a big deal but in truth it's killing me. “I’m so sorry emma” She says, her eyes flicking over my face. I shug “It's fine”. We Finally reached the car park where the blue and yellow bus pulled into the overcrowded lot. Students shoved and bustle as they tried to get a seat on the bus but today I couldn’t be bothered trying. Unlike Cait I don’t have a bus stop right next to my house. Cait lives on Walmore street, the main street in town where I live on a dead end street next to the beach. We reach Cait stop first and she jumps off with a quick glance back the hurries into her house. Two stops later we pull up near a roundabout with tall houses on either side. I let the bulk of students get off first then I swung down, landing hard on the ground. My black leggings grip tightly as the rain soaks through them, sending shivers racking through my body. My feet steer me towards my street and I hear the bus heave away from the stop and continue down the street. I make the familia turn into the dead end street and slowly walk towards my house. It’s a two story house painted a pure white with light blue window rims. A black fence marks the propatie space and the gate is swung open and jammed in a bush. I tug at the metal until it comes free then latch it shut. My feet slow as I approach the house and I hesitate before pulling open the door. Mum at the table on her laptop and she barely reacts when I walk in. She has a new book due on sunday so the next 4 hours would be crazy. My older sister is lying on the couch, scrolling through her phone. Her waist length black hair is cascaded down her front and she glances up at me before looking back at her phone. Sometimes I wonder how many kilometers she scrolls on that thing.