Emma the Pig Chapter 1
I sat on the edge of my bed, heart pounding, foot tapping nervously at the floor, fingers clenching at the tangled sheets. Next to me the clock on my phone ticked another minute forward: 11:48pm. For a month I’d been planning for this night, waiting for my chance, and now that it was here I couldn’t do it. I was paralyzed. In the dirty mirror across from me my own fat face stared back at me, mousy hair pulled into a ponytail, acne spattered across my cheeks. I hated it. I hated this stupid...