Taking two hats as they placed them on their heads, they decided to act in disguise. Rachael and Joy got down from the car, each one at the different sides of the road.
The rich residential road was quite silent with big houses around. They both walked steadily taking small steps as they followed Emma who was taking a quick walk. It looks like she was rushing somewhere.
Seeing her walking and not in a big car or great dressing style further increased Rachael's conviction of her gut feelings. Joy's walking pace was weird as she was pressing her phone while walking, with her head slightly bowed. Emma never thought anyone would follow her.
It was not more than 8 minutes of trekking before Emma diverted into an alley at the right side of the road. Joy and Rachael took notice as they quickened their pace since they were a few meters away from Emma.
 
Words alone cannot describe the look on Emma's face on seeing two of her classmates. Her mouth slowly drops open, her posture stiff, as sudden dread of coldness took over her. She was bewildered, as she felt her heart had stopped beating, as she stared at them without blinking. It was as if a cold wind went right through her. Yes, Emma. She works in the restaurant, as a part-time waitress. "Look who we have here. If it is not the popular Emma that dresses like a Princess," Joy mocked, as she dropped her snack on the plate gently. Her stare was boring right into Emma, who looks like a petrified rabbit. She could not help but wish the ground swallowed her instantly. Her tongue felt like it was tied, as she turned speechless. On the other hand, Rachael looked rather calm, even though she was surprised to see Emma as a waitr
With her head low, Emma began walking home, another fifteen minutes journey. She took slow strides as she reflected on Joy's and Rachael's words. A small part of her heart wanting to believe them, while a bigger part telling her to go on living a fake life. One could try to imagine how Emma has been living a fake life right under everyone's nose. It was a thing she referred to as using brains, a lot of research, and thinking for a full-proofed result. Emma was one with good and high moral standing in real life. What she loved most was helping others, especially older ones. On her fake life routine, she was the pompous one that carried herself with high regard, make-up all over her face, giving her the princess slash bad girl remarks. She tried to meditate on how her one little lie led to another, till it became too big to even say the truth. Her ki
Rachael felt her head almost crumbling out of its place. Phrases alone cannot describe how drowsy, weary, and famished she was. Thanks to the boys, they were able to get to Joy's driver who picked their tired self. Joy could swear she had never been to that part of the United States. She was from a rich family which made her feel more of being indoor or going out on a 30 minutes, or one-hour journey unless it was by airplane. Rachael, on the other hand, is from a middle-class family as she has to depend on her savings, part-time jobs during the weekend, and her mum's sales from her supermarket. She has only been around that area once and that was when she visited her maternal grandmother who passed away while she was sixteen years old.
Disappointments were boldly written on Emma's face as she called Rachael's phone constantly, without her picking it up. She dropped her phone gently in her mini pocket, as she began thinking of what to do the next day.She was afraid of what would happen if her true self was revealed at school the next day. Her heart ached, as her mind flashes to the words her mum has told her.She looked at her siblings who were crawled up, sleeping soundly on the floor, as well as her mother.'One day, things will be better for us', she hoped.She picked a torchlight as she made her way outside. Sitting on the old bench near their small house, she looked at the sky, which brought memories.She remembered how her father was hopeful when he was still alive. When things are difficult for them, he would always say 'GOD WILL PROVIDE THEIR DAILY BREAD'. They were that strong hope in him, that strong faith, and no doubt they always have their daily food. Though, it was no
One could feel the heartbeat of Emma, as she made her way toward the hallway. Her head slightly bowed, her blonde hair covering part of her face.Ignoring the stares mostly from the juniors, she made bold steps, fiddling with her fingers, as nervousness started breeding in. Somehow, she was having a second thought about her decision.Yes, she made a decision. Instead of the high-class clothes, she rented at a low price, she decided to go for her normal wear which looks rather outdated. A pair of white blouses with almost fading blue jeans, that look like second-hand clothes.She bit her lips gently as she felt the students who had begun taking pictures of her. They never expected Emma to be dressed in such a manner. To some of them, it was a perfect opportunity to take note of.Emma has called the driver who picks her up not to. She does not want to be recognized with the Lamborghini or Jeep. She was nothing but a fatherless child who has to
Joy, happiness, freeness of mind has been some of the positive vibes Emma was feeling. The facade that everything is going well, as well as the constant pressure to behave positively, was gone. Emma could feel a great sense of mind rest the past two weeks, after revealing her true self. While most are willing to be her friends, some who have led a fake life went to seek her words of advice. One way or the other, she became a role model for deciding to stick to her normal life. Three students who lived a fake life even followed her footsteps and decided to live by the rule of Authenticity, being true to oneself, in every moment. There was no doubt some people, like Maya and her crew, still detest her. Not only that, but they are also finding all means to teach Emma a lesson. According to them, Emma stabbed them in the back by pretending to be rich.
Saturdays are one of those important days for high school students. It is those days when you are free from attending schools or lectures. You either sleep to replenish the lost energy you have used during the weeks or keep the vibe on during the weekend. The nerds stick to books like a caterpillar that sticks to leaves. While it can be one of those free times to use one's 24 hours for something reasonable, it can be frustrating for some. Some would rather not prefer the weeks they go to school and also feel tormented during the weekends. This was the case for Joy Smith, the quick-witted and sassy one out of the four........ It was a new Saturday for Joy as she struggled with combing her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror as she felt frustrated. She looked at the mirror and could not but wonder w
To think the three can beat her seems rather off to Joy. Tho she was average in height, she is quite good at defending herself. She might be wounded but she would make sure each one of them has a scar or even more. Joy was the type that gets angry easily but is easy to forgive others. Stepping on her toes is more like stepping on a cobra's tail. The result is inevitable.... Zack stood in his handsome glory, with black jeans and a yellow round neck top which made his abs almost wanting to pop out of his body, a face cap on his head. The girls wore a shocked expression as they stared at him. "Hey Zack, we were just talking," Maya moved closer to Zack, her eyes looking adoringly at him. "Really? I was thinking you wanted to beat her