Chapter 7

The Moon Way street smelled of whistling pine and natural vegetative flavors. Emma loved it.

She has been strolling for almost an hour, walking from one block to another, appraising the beautiful bungalowish houses she has been seeing; and completely liked the fact that she could breathe freely without inhaling a scent of coffee, or perfume, or a mixture of junk and fried foods. The air was very free.

As she strolled down the fifth block, she saw a row chair in front of a pale yellow house, which had the same design as her now house few blocks away; though this one was the neat version of hers.

Emma stopped walking, then mused at the thought. She has her own house, at 17.

‘What a fast-trek’, she thought.

She thought she would have to wait till 21 to live independently, but it seems fate has a something else in stock.

Well, she didn’t care, she has always wanted to live independently, and this was a chance for it.

Fixing some strands of hair