1 Prologue

I took a deep breath and exhale slowly in order to calm myself down. I forgot the last time I felt nervous like this. I kept telling herself to relax. It's just the first day of school. Nothing could go wrong, right?

"Emily, breakfast is ready!" A shout came from downstairs. I stood up from my bed and adjust my outfit for the last time. I walked down the stairs with a backpack hanging on my left shoulder.

"There you are. Come here and take a seat," said a woman in her early 40s. Without a word, I followed her instructions, taking a seat from a 4 chaired table and start eating the toast in front of her.

Third Person's P.O.V

The woman smiled looking at her daughter. She moved her gaze to her husband's, who were also watching Emily unusual yet 'relieved their heart' behavior and change their excitement in Emily's improvement.

After some minutes of chewing and swallowing, Emily finished her breakfast by taking a last sip of her orange juice. She just sat on the chair, expressionless, while waiting for her father to finish reading his daily dose of newspaper news.

Realizing the lack of movement Emily makes, the father look at his daughter to find her waiting for him. "Oh you're done?" Emily nodded.

"We should get going now, shall we?" He looked at his daughter who quietly stood up from her seat and reached her backpack. Without hesitating, he followed his daughter steps and get the car to drop her off to school.

As Emily followed her father steps who are now ahead of her, her mom's call stops her in place. "Here I made for you your favorite chicken sandwich for lunch. Oh, and there's more orange juice for you in the pack," her mother said as she hands the lunch pack to Emily.

A "thank you," can be heard quietly comes out from Emily's mouth. Luckily, her mother's ear is sharp enough to catch those words. Her heart is thumping out of excitement and relief.

Probably, moving out wasn't a bad idea after all. Emily probably just needs some time to process what's going on. Right?

Emily's mother sticks her gaze to her adolescent daughter until the figure goes out of sight. In her head, she thought,

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"This will be the new start."

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