My Crazy Messed Up #life. Chapter One. Chapter 1. Take a breath Emma, now walk. One two, one two. Ignore them. One two, one two. Ignore them too. One two, one two. Stop. The traffic light has changed to red now. One two, one two. I tell myself what to do in my head, I can't afford to chicken out, or I'm not going to be able to pay my rent. This is a job I NEED to keep. One two, into the building. One two, one two, into elevator. Emerge into the offices. I see a door at the other end of the room. I can do this. Just ignore the many, many people. I feel sick. They're staring... Snap out of it. You are Emma Green! Hold your head high and ignore them. But we don't fit in here... Yes we have established that I do not fit in here. It is an office for the upper class, but it doesn't mean that someone like me can't work here. They're still staring. We must look so scruffy next to all of them. I scuff a shoe on the ground, before making an attempt to shut my inner voice up. It worked. I didn't care if I didn't belong, I needed the money, and with () of us living in a tiny terrace house in the worse parts of London, I knew I had to pull my weight. I make my way to the secretary in the next room, and look at all the other people their. Polished professionals no doubt. I had no chance. I was told to take a seat. I pick up a newspaper. This is going to be a long day... ******** My parents died five days after I tuned ten. Car accident. We were going to be turned over to our Uncle. I can't remember his name. All we know is we had never met him. we stayed with him for a couple of weeks. Then one day he tried to do something to Carrie, the next night we left, travelling light. We were on the run. But a couple of months later, Carrie met someone called Alex, who used to be on the run. He was fifteen. I was ten at the time. His uncle had found him, after he ran away from his drug addict parents. He was given a one room apartment on the outskirts of London by his uncle, who couldn't keep him in his house. He was put in school by him too, and it was his uncle who put us in school. We lived in Alex's one room house, but the day he turned sixteen, he had to pay for it himself. That's when the struggle really began. That was one year ago. I'm twelve now. Twelve years and six months to be precise. But as Carrie and Alex sat me down, I knew bad news was inevitable. 'Emma... I'm pregnant.' Says a very quiet Carrie.