Average? The word's not in my vocabulary. If
you're looking for average, you're looking in the
wrong place. My name's Emma Jane and yes, I have
"two names". Meaning both my first and last
name can be first names. At first, I seem like a normal
girl; and I guess I was. I was born into a small town in
Pennsylvania, and as I was growing up, I became pretty
well known. I was your typical it girl with the looks,
the friends, the guys, being a super star on the soccer
field. I was a twin, Ethan and I were identical. We both
had the beachy blonde hair, the sea-green eyes and
the naturally toned bodies. It was pretty obvious that
Ethan and I were born for the summertime. My family life
was good, really good actually. We lived in a big house,
just the four of us. My mom and dad were popular in the
area and we had money...maybe not filthy rich,
but it was a good amount. My friends were the
best, i had a lot of friends, but only one true
best friend. Her name was Phoebe Cassinger. She was
darker complected than me, but just as attractive. She
had an older brother, not too old but two grades above
us. I had the biggest crush on him for the longest time,
but i never told Phoebe. I rarely had a boyfriend because
I was so boy crazy that I could never make up my mind.
Life, it was great for me. Everything was so perfect, and
I was living on cloud nine. That is, until the life of
Emma Jane went haywire and I got a wake up call from the
dream I was living.