Emma Geller-green Novels & Stories

“Emma, this is my sister, Chelsea. Chelsea, this is Emma Carter.” Sister. Oh. That explained the similar green eyes and the same calm composure. Chelsea smiled warmly. “Nice to meet you! You’re the transfer from Clearwater, right?” I nodded. “Yeah, that’s me. Still learning my way around.” “You’ll figure it out,” she said easily. “Just don’t let Ethan convince you to skip class for snacks.” Ethan held up his hands defensively. “Hey, I’ve been good this semester!” Chelsea rolled her eyes. “Good is relative.”

The office is painted a light green that seems so out of place the girl nearly cringes. She plasters a smile on her face and approaches the desk. “Hello CEO. I am Amara Summers.” She says sweetly. George Carwell smile widens when he hears her sweet voice. George was fifty-six-year-old man… The girl places her phone on the desk face down… “So, Amara tell me about yourself. You do not if I call you Amara, right?” he asks.

I quietly entered and proceeded to the information desk; in there I found a ginger-head girl making crazy gestures with her hand. "Larsen? Candice? Slanted eyes, Korean yet American?" she hysterically expressed. The nurse looked at her, confused. "I am not sure ma'am what's the case with your friend?" "I do not know, someone said she was here—" I butted in. "Ms. Candice, I am not sure if her parents met with an accident—that's what I heard." They both looked at me. I faced the ginger-head girl and nodded. "I believe you are Jenny; I am the taxi driver." Then I showed Jenny's phone.