As I walked down the hallway to my first class period today, World History, it was unusualy quiet. I looked around and saw everyone staring at me and whispering to the person inayofuata to them.

When I got to my locker, I over heard two girls talking. "Did wewe see her eyes? They're RED! Who has red eyes? And that hair, it's too long for her to be human, down to her ankles!" alisema one girl. "Wow, I heard that that Emma Taka girl graduated college with a Ph.D. at nine years old, a genius!"said her friend.

I didn't mind the first girl's maoni about me not being human because of my hair and eyes. People at my old school always alisema things like that, and even then, I was used to it.

I guess I am somthing of a genius. Ever since I was little, I've wanted to be a forensic anthropologist. So I stuck to my goal, got skipped up to college when I was in third grade because of my hard work,high IQ, yadda, yadda, yadda. Then graduated from C.W. Samuel's chuo kikuu, chuo kikuu cha at Dallas, Texas with a Bachalor's, Masters, and Ph.D. in anthropology. If you're happy for me because I achevied my goal, thanks. If wewe just don't give a damn, I'm with wewe because I don't want to be a Forensic Anthropologist anymore; I want to be a writer.

Something isn't right. How in the world did they find out about my graduating? Someone was telling people things about me, things I've never told a soul. I was determined to find out who.

I don't care if it has nothing to do with this chapter, I still think this is an awsome song and explains how Emma feels towards the person that's spreading things around. Even if they aren't rumors ;P
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