-Quirky and Lost-

The Beginning (Prolog?)

Emi never expected it to end up this way. She had always assumed she'd achieve great things, like everyone had told her so much as a kid. Yet here she was barely passing high school, failing to uphold the legacy that her now ivy league older sister had left behind. Despite their relation the two sisters didn't look or act anything alike, had they been similar Emi knew the comparisons would have been way worse. But in a sense their differences also hurt her, it had been a running joke in her family that she had been adopted (she had in fact not been adopted) due to her blue eyes and dirty blond hair contrasting with her mother's brown hair and green eyes and her father's black hair and brown eyes of which her older sister had inherited their brown eyes and brown hair. Unlike her sister Emi was loud and energetic, though a large amount of that was due to her ADHD and lack of social understanding. Her sister, quiet and smart, had gotten the longer end of the stick, with her good looks and minor anxiety compared to Emi's overwhelming paragraph of mental disabilities and slow metabolism. Despite their differences the girls were surprisingly close at times, usually only when Emi got into trouble with their parents for refusing to do something. But now days, with her sister off at college, Emi was all on her own and was at least attempting to do better.

She was failing miserably. Last year alone she had missed almost half of her classes which had resulted in her having to retake a class or two this year so she could meet the graduation requirements.  This year she was doing better with attendance but had made no big improvements to do her homework on time or at all. The pressure of all her schoolwork was catching up to her and she had started to spiral. She was desperately trying to hold it together.

It was a Monday morning, which meant Emi's father was at the radio station that he worked at. With no one there to wake her up she was still asleep, today being a particularly rough morning due to the lack of sleep from last night's 3am reading session. One of Emi's favorite pass times was reading, she loved the escape it gave her from her overly complex life. Only after the bus left had Emi actually gotten up only to realize she had missed the bus and was in for a scolding when her father got home in an hour or two. She groaned and rolled over recovering herself with the blanket. This particular morning was extra weird, she couldn't put her finger on it but something felt off.  SWOSH. Then it hit her. literally. a pen hit her. Confused she turned, and- "Holy Shit!" she must have been dreaming, that or there really was a weird swirl of what could best be described a purple and gray smoke. Panicking, thinking there was a fire, she attempted to get up out of her bed, in the process of which she fell... Directly into the smoke.