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Emily Harper Chapter 1 Part 2
Chapter 1: Emily Harper part 2
"Emily!" whispers Bethany, harshly. With a start Emily looks up and sees a group of kids heading out the side door of the church. "It's time for Sunday school." said Bethany. Jumping down from the pew Emily quickly follows the other children. Going through the doorwar are three steps down, then a hallway that goes around to a room in the back of the church. The room is small with posters of Bible verses lining the walls. In the front of the room sits a small wooden desk with a wooden cross sitting on the left corner and a Bible on the right. The rest of the room is filled with several rows of chairs, twenty in all.
Emily stands in the doorway watching as the girls take the front seats and the boys scramble for the seats in the last row. She leaves out a short chuckle as they stumble over each other, knocking over several chairs. Hearing footsteps coming down the hallway, everyone but Emily takes a seat. Several of the boys quickly set the fallen chairs upright.
Emily turns to the sound of someone behind her, coming face to face with Mrs. Gray. She is a short woman, not standing more than five feet tall. The first thing Emily notices is a butterfly comb in Mrs. Gray's hair. Noticing, Mrs. Gray touches the comb, "It was my Grandmother's", she smiled. "I used to look at it the same way when I was your age." A smile crosses her face again.
Mrs. Gray takes Emily by the hand and leads her to the front of the class. "Class!" said Mrs. Gray. The room grew silent and all eyes are on Emily. She bows her head, staring at the dark wooden floor. Mrs. Gray lightly squeezes her hand. "This is Reverend Harper's daughter, Emily. I would like everyone to welcome her to our class." The class responds in unison, "Hello Emily", followed by snickers from the back of the room. Letting go of Emily's hand, Mrs. Gray whispers, "You can take your seat now.".
Shyly looking around the crowded room, Emily searches for an empty chair. There is one seat left in the middle row between two boys. She anxiously looks at Mrs. Gray, but she is busy rummaging through her desk and muttering under her breath about an attendance book. Emily slowly walks towards the vacant chair, and hesitates as she sits down.
Emily sits with her knees tightly squeezed together. She's never sure what to do with her hands so she lightyly folds them on her lap. "Sit like a lady." is what her mother would say. She stares down at her light skinned hands. She begins to rub the fabric of her skirt when she notices something shiny on the floor. Leaning forward she tries to get a better look.