I get up finally. I run to my room, belly fop onto my bed, and cry my eyes out about not having anyone. I want to be remembered I just have to figure out how.
I run downstairs. I don't care if I got hit. People will remember me. I pulled my own chair up, and made my own plate of food.
They didn't say anything. They just completely acted like I wasn't there. Dad even vlogged a couple times, he just didn't put it on me.
I can't complain though. I'm having a really good meal, it was spaghetti, the little princess Avia's favorite.
After my lovely meal, they went to watch a movie. It was a newer movie. It looked good so I sat down right next to mom and dad. I know I was about to be hit, but there was no where else to sit. Everyone else was laying down, on the couches.
Eventually dad picked me up and threw me on the ground. It wasn't hurtful though. I got the guts to look and see if dad was giving me the death eye. He was watching the movie. He threw me on the ground so mom can snuggle up next to him.
The movie ended it was time for family home evening. I tried to participate, but I got kicked out fast.
Life is looking up. Bye bye to being forgotten Emmi.
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Alone | Shaytards
Fanfictiona·lone əˈlōn/ adjective & adverb 1. having no one else present; on one's own. Emmi has no one. Avia and Braille hang out. Gavin, Gage, and Cooper hang out. Brock and Daxton hang out. Emmi hangs out with no one. She has nobody.
