Emmaly's Life (Series)

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Hey thar friend! This is the main page for a new series on this wiki, called Emmaly's Life, or EL. It's a collection of stories from this fictional girl's childhood, copied from a Microsoft Word document. Enjoy!

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NOTE: Even though the mini-scene story thing is in 1st person, the rest of the shorts in the series are in 3rd-person.

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Main Characters
Emmaly Abel Pamela Clark - 13-year-old girl with long, thickish dirty brown hair and light blue eyes

Wilhemina Rose Bush - 14-year-old Aboriginal girl with black hair she always has in a few pigtails scattered around her head and the rest hangs loose in a thick bundle at the back, brown eyes, shiny skin, is plump but mostly just muscular and a tall height

Jennifer Hilary Deidre Newman - 13-year-old girl with blonde hair she sometimes ties up in a ponytail, a frizzy fringe, light blue-green eyes, freckles and blue-rimmed glasses

Lucy Tarsha Khappsman - 7-year-old girl with bright orange-red, frizzy hair she always ties up in pigtails, freckles on her forehead, nose and chin, a funny, clownlike smile and brown eyes

Emmaly's Twitter: @Loli'm_Em

Wilhemina's: @Willa_The_Awesome

Jennifer's: @Starsinthenightskie

Ginger's (Emm's cat): @Loli'm_Ginger

Boston's (Emm's dog): @Loli'm_Boston

Angela & Keg Ken's (Emm's goldfish & Japanese fighting fish): @Lolwe're_Angie&Ken

Stories List (in publishing order, not storyline order)
Click on one to read about part of Emm's life.

Coming Soon

The Best B'day Present Ever Of 2012 (Mini-scene story)
I blew a lock of dirty brown hair away from my face. My parents, Fred and Mary, were watching with happy faces. My friends Miya, Lucy and Wilhemina sat around me. Anticipation filled the air of the sunny loungeroom. It was June 24th 2012, my birthday, at 2:03pm. I held a pink-striped-and-spotted purple box in my hands. I felt the soft, thin red ribbon. Mum watched the most intently; she was the giver of the gift. I ran my finger over the many small holes in the rattling, shaking box. What could be inside? Finally, I ripped off the carefully tied ribbon and tore the wrapping paper away. I heard a meow through the wooden door behind me – Ginger, the family cat, was locked in the storage hall for unexplained reasons. There was a cardboard box with more holes in the sides and lid. I heard scrabbling. Unable to bear the tension any longer, I took the lid off, peered inside and gasped. On a blue towel, tail wagging and thumping against the inner wall of the box, pink tongue lolling crazily, was a puppy! His ears were floppy and slightly pointed. He had a white coat with many brown patches and a short, tufty tail and round paws. He yapped and tried to lick my face. I laughed in pure joy. “Thanks, Mum!” I yelled, and picked up the puppy. He wriggled but I held him close to my chest and stroked his back. A soft, sloppy tongue wiped my nose. ''Cute! This is what I’ve always wanted!'' “I knew you’d like it,” Mum said in a happy, smooth voice. “He’s a Pug/Corgi/Boston Terrier/Cavalier King Charles Spaniel mix, and the breeder called him Henry. What’s his new name?” I looked deep into his brown eyes, like twin pools of melted chocolate. I’d gone on a trip to America once for a job interview Dad had, and we stayed in a hotel in Boston. The pup’s eyes were bright, like the lights in the buildings of the American city. “Boston,” I said. “His name is Boston.”