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invited herself over to my house after school. So I've been driving around for an hour and a half, afraid to go home.” Emily laughed so hard she snorted, which made both of them laugh even harder.
    “So sorry Jer. I think she may have lost her two brain cells after that drop from the pyramid at the pep rally or something. Subtlety has never been her strong suit you know.” Emily patted his arm. “God, do you remember that time in third grade when Jonathon Dwoyer got her to eat mud after swearing it would turn her into super girl or something? I hate to be rude, but god she is an idiot...which I guess is why she's flirting with me right?” What started as a fun conversation drifted into Jeremy's need for a self-esteem boost.
    Emily suppressed her own groan. Seriously. Did he have to go there? She did not feel the need to stroke his ego right now. “Jeremy, stop fishing...it's ridiculous.” She told him harshly. Jeremy gave a tight laugh and turned down a street lined with picket fences and perfectly groomed yards. He pulled in front of a nice two story cape cod, the address Emily used for her pseudo home.
    “Well thanks for the ride, Jer, you saved my legs blocks of agony.” She joked as she jumped out of the car and quickly shut the door. Jeremy gave her a small salute. “I am at your service milady.” He affected with a horrible British accent. Emily laughed and was relieved that they seemed almost normal for a moment. “You think it's safe to go home?” Jeremy asked with a mock shudder. Looking at her watch, Emily nodded. “It's time for the re runs of Gilmore Girls, she never misses that.” Jeremy wiped his brow in relief. “Thank god for Gilmore Girls...see ya.”
    Emily waited until Jeremy had turned the corner at the end of the street and cut through the yard of her make believe house on her way to the real one. It was quickly becoming dark and the temperature was plunging. She hugged her arms to herself and picked up the pace.
    She hated the dark, and had since she was little. Emily still slept with a night light on. It didn’t help that aside from the chronic nightmares, she had an overactive imagination. Her house was old and creaky and every pop of settling drove her crazy with images of ghosts and serial killers.
    Emily practically ran the entire last few blocks to her house. When she arrived, she was relieved to see that it was still dark; which meant that her mom must either be at work or out somewhere. She let herself in the front door and immediately turned on the light, happy when the dark receded and the shadows disappeared. Emily shivered and her arms prickled. Lately she'd been having this strange sensation when she was at home of not being alone.
    Chiding herself for her foolishness, Emily went through her usual routine of looking in the closets and securing locks. Sasha often laughed about her insane paranoia, a paranoia that had only intensified in the past few months. But in Emily’s mind she’d rather be safe than sorry and given the sordid individuals her mother had brought home over the years, it paid to be sure.
    Emily popped a TV dinner into the microwave and settled down at the kitchen table to attempt to start her English essay that was due Friday. She was looking over her assignment when a smell wafted through the air. A strange smell, not one that she was accustomed to smelling in her house.
    A smell that immediately brought to mind long ago summers and bittersweet memories. The pungent aroma of cinnamon filled her nostrils and she couldn’t smell anything else. Emily quickly looked around, wondering where it could be coming from. She got up and walked around the kitchen, opening drawers and cabinets. Then as quickly as it appeared, the smell was gone and Emily felt a passing warmth that seemed to spread all over her body.
    The weirdness of the experience left Emily totally freaked out. She left the kitchen without eating her dinner and ran up the stairs to her room. She