Third Chapter of Emmie

Emmie opened the door to the room marked Mrs. O'Hara. A teacher sat in the chair, grading papers. A few students sat in the chairs, reading intentivly or trying to finish up last minute homework. As Emmie entered Mrs. O'Hara looked up and smiled.

"Oh, hello, Emmie," She said. Her voice was high and sounded like smooth chocolate. It made Emmie feel warm. And she didn't say it too loud, either, so only one student--a girl with dark brown hair plaited into braids and red glasses, who was surprisingly thin and looked like she was starving--looked up. Emmie ignored the extra attention and smiled back at Mrs. O'Hara. She walked over to her desk. "Hi," She said. Mrs. O'Hara smiled again and said, "Hello again, Emmie. This is class 208. I hope you will like it here. I have placed you by Joy--" At this Mrs. O'Hara pointed to an empty desk. "She isn't here at the moment, but she will be soon. Here is your schedule." She handed Emmie a lined piece of paper with all of her classes. "Thank you and Emmie and I hope you enjoy your first day,"

"Thanks," Emmie answered. "I'm sure I will,"
As she sat down at the desk she was assigned to the girl with braids looked at her--a look of curiously. She smiled. Emmie smiled back. Maybe she could be a friend. Emmie though. Just Maybe.