Brushing her hand against the shelf, dust coats her finger tips and she brings her hand back to wipe the dust off on her pant-leg.
There was industrial lights propped up against the walls along with an empty shelf. The basement hall was always so creepy to her, the grey stone walls reminded her of a prison and she detested the lack of light. Taking careful steps down the creaking stairs, she pads down into the basement before taking the turn around the corner. She loved her twin brother, but he was a handful and they didn't always get along very well. excited, and anxious, what if mom heard her go downstairs? What if she found out Emily had taken a peak of her present? Even worse: what if Chris found out and tattled on her? They often had joint presents so he might be mad she's peaking without him. When Emily makes her way into the kitchen, past the arch of the doorway at the end of the hall, she gives a big yawn before glancing over at the open door of the basement. She briefly checks on mom, creaking open the door to her room before closing it as softly as it had opened. Walking past different doors on her way to the kitchen, she briefly peaks into each one just to be sure nobody else was awake. She grimaces slightly, briefly wishing to have brought a flashlight with her, "Next time." she murmurs to herself a reminder. It was so dark Emily could barely see her hands in front of her. Padding into the hall, Emily wipes her sweaty palms on the pants of her race-car pajamas. It wasn't unusual for Emily to wander the house during the night, trying to burn off restless energy so she could sleep, or going to get herself something to drink, so it really wasn't any trouble for her to stay awake for another reason. The thought brings a giddy smile to her lips, this was why she was so determined to stay awake tonight despite how tired she was. Her task: Open her Christmas Present early. For the time being until after Christmas morning Emily wasn't allowed to go in there. It was five days until Christmas and yesterday morning Emily caught her mom smuggling a gift into the basement.
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She was a restless thing, plus she had a goal for the night. Padding across the dark room and towards her wide open door, she rubs her eyes with the back of her hands again, stifling a yawn.Įmily was tired, exhausted really, but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. Pushing the striped cover that were her bedsheets out of the way, she swings her legs over the edge and pushes herself off, letting the soft cartoony carpet touch her bare feet. The bright blue walls of her room were an eyesore, at least in the dark the brightness of the color was unable to reach her eyes. Emily rubs the back of her hands over her dark eyes, her expression left in a pout, she had even less sleep then she did normally if such a thing was possible. It was choppily cut weeks ago, now only shoulder length so it was much easier to manage then if it were any longer. Mom was a deep sleeper, so once she was asleep she was pretty much knocked out.Įmily sighs, sitting up in bed and running a hand through her short dirty blonde hair, the shade dark enough to be considered brown. It wasn't very unusual for her, she always waited until she was sure mom was asleep though, like she was doing now with her constant glances at the clock. Emily was independent and always had trouble sleeping, she woke up often from nightmares and with her restless demeanor she would wander the halls at night often. Her bedtime was at 8, so she only got a few hours of sleep, if it can even be called that.Įmily Parker was a fairly isolated tom-boy, she only had a few friends, one of them being a slightly older boy from her school named Oliver, other then that she was usually on her lonesome. It was almost midnight and she was exhausted. She was restless and kept glancing at the clock with dreary eyes for the time. Chapter 1: The Beginning December 20th, 1998 5 Days Before ChristmasĪ little girl, only the age of eight, tossed and turned in her bed, nightmares having been kept her awake.
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