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A/N:

This is a shared story, so for the author's note, bold and underlined is @Elover05, and bold and italicized is @OJustAGirlO.

Hello my peeps and geeks! What is up?

Hope your day is going fantastic.

Aww, look at you, using big words.

Wow, I'm not a baby. Anyways, this is my first published story and I am very excited for you guys to read it.

This is my sixth published story... I feel so old now.

Hey, I am older than you.

Yeah, but you still remind me of a little jellybean.

I'm not a jellybean. 😐

What about a peanut? Or smol bean?

Nope, none of those either.

*Whispering to readers* She's still in denial.

Anyway, I am very excited to post our story.

And I'm just so proud! *Wipes fake tears from eyes.* My little girl is growing up!

I'M OLDER THAN YOU!

I'VE ANGERED THE BEAST! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! SHE WILL SHOW NO MERCY!

Haha! If you keep calling me little I will show NO mercy to you. But I think the readers are fed up with our bantering.

But you're my adoptive sister! You love me too much to show no mercy.

Did you not just see what I said?

Yes, I'm just selective of what I choose to accept. But yeah, you are right. So, readers, welcome to our mess of a story!

Hope you enjoy! (She's so a little jellybean.)

My name is Emma Kardos. I'm a freak. You might be wondering why I think of myself that way. To find out you will have to listen to the story; my story.

It all started on February 6th, 2000. The day I was born. My father always told me I was special, but he had no idea how special I really was. My mother... well, I don't like to talk about her anymore.

"Emma! I missed you!" I hear, and seconds later, I was almost knocked over by my best and probably only friend, Olivia Chanceller. She was cute, but I knew she didn't think so. She had short blonde hair and golden brown skin, making it look like she always had a perfect tan, even in the winter. Her brown eyes had flecks of gold in them, making them her most striking feature. All in all, she was pretty, but not stunningly beautiful, which I was glad for. The popular girls had a way of taking all the Beautiful girls and turning them into brainwashed minions.

"Emma? Are you paying attention to anything I say?" Olivia's voice ripped me away from my thoughts and back to reality. I glanced up to the number three bobbing over her head, reminding me that she was relatively harmless. It was a light blue color, and looked slightly pixely, like a level in a video game. I then quickly glanced back down to her eyes, so she wouldn't try and see what I was looking at. No one could see what I was looking at anyways. "Where have you been? I must've called you, like, 100 times!" Olivia always reminded me of a golden retriever puppy; cute and excited, all of the time. Even though she can be overly enthusiastic sometimes I still love her.

"Sorry, sorry." I said. "I was... busy." I tried to distract myself by pulling my history textbook from my locker. The bell had to be ringing soon. I hope it will. Olivia raised an unbelieving eyebrow.

"Doing what?" She asked. I racked my brain for a believable excuse.

"Uhh... Stuff." I said nervously.

"Like?" Said Olivia, totally not believing me.

"Like stuff!" I snapped at her. I instantly regretted it when I saw the hurt look on her face.

"Okay. Okay..." Olivia said looking down at the ground, trying to hold back tears. She turned around as if she were going to leave.

"Olivia, wait! I'm sorry, I just... It's really personal, and complicated." I said, trying to grab her wrist and make her turn around.

"Okay, I forgive you, I'm also sorry for pushing. But you know you can tell me anything. Right?" She said with a hopeful look in her eyes.

"Yes, I know that. It's just... " I say, not knowing if I should tell her or not. She is my best friend, but, I don't know if she can understand what I am going through. She has a perfect life with perfect parents. I don't.

I saw Olivia open her mouth to say something, but the bell cut her off. "Look, I gotta go." I said quickly, glad for an excuse to leave the awkward conversation. "I'll talk to you later, okay?" I said, while turning around to go to class.

"Wait, Emma." Olivia called. I reluctantly turned around. "Just... I know you keep a lot of secrets, and normally keep to yourself but I'm always here if you need to talk to someone. You know that, Right?" She said again, looking like she wanted an answer this time. I gave her a half smile and nodded, but deep down I knew that I could never tell her what is really going on. I couldn't afford to scare away my only friend.

Before she could say anything else, I turned away and hurried to Mr. Erickson's history class.

As I entered class, late again. There was a new kid standing in front of class looking like he is trying to come up with something to say.

"Nice of you to join us Emma." Mr. Erickson said with a stern look on his face. Mr. Erickson was always dressing like he was going someplace fancy, with a button up shirt and shiny black shoes. I never really understood why he was dressing like that. It wasn't like there was much of a dress code here.

"Sorry." I say pulling my hair in front of my face trying to hide my embarrassment. As I take my seat that is next to the window that overlooks the soccer field. Mr. Erickson continues to introduce the new boy.

I looked up at the boy. He was kinda cute, in a bad-boyish kind of way. Purple hair, a gold earring, a little stubble on his chin. He was wearing a black muscle shirt, showing of his rather impressive tan.

Out of instinct, my eyes glanced up to see what the number above his head was. I was expecting a four, maybe a five for someone like him. Able to cause trouble, but not anything serious. But it wasn't a four or a five. Above his head, the glowing blue number was terrifying. It was a ten.

I had never seen a ten before. I had only seen a nine once and that was above my mother. And believe me, she was deadly. So how in the world did this normal boy have a ten?

I felt my chest close up, and suddenly it was like I was numb. The panic surged through my veins. I saw the boy start to speak, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. My throat started to tighten, and I knew I was going to throw up. I staggered to my feet. I had to make it to the bathroom.

My classmates turned to look at me, concerned, but I didn't pay attention to them. I could feel the vomit rising up in my throat, burning like poison, and before I could register what was going on, I had fallen to my knees and was throwing up all over the the classroom floor.

I had never stress puked before, and let me tell you something, It is not fun. The smell and taste made me gag, and soon, nothing was left in my stomach. I dry heaved a few times before I mustered the strength and courage to look up. For a split second, The boy caught my eye, and I saw the same horrified expression I was sure I had on my face. And then, everything went black.

A/N:

We hope you enjoyed the first chapter of On a Scale from 1 - 10! 

Excuuuuuuse me, but who are you to speak for me? I am an independent being who can say what she wants without other people speaking for her. Humph.

You know you said her being in third person right? 

I am an independent being who can use third person about herself whenever she pleases. So there. Take that you beats! 

Okay hold the phone! Did you just freaking call me beats! 

*Okay, hold the phone. Never forget those commas. And no, I never called you a 'beats.' What even is a 'beats'?

You said beats instead of beast *face palm* 

Oh. Crap... WELL YOU'RE THE ONE WHO... WHO... PUT UP A SIGN ABOVE YOUR TOILET SAYING 'FLUSH THE TOILET. AND DON'T USE MY TOOTHBRUSH!" i MEAN, REALLY, WHO'S USING YOUR TOOTHBRUSH?

I LIVE WITH FOUR BOYS WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO! AND DID YOU HAVE TO BRING THAT UP!

*UP?! USE QUESTION MARKS, JUST A GIRL... THAT WAS NOWHERE NEAR AS SATISFYING AS CALLING YOU BY YOUR REAL NAME... CAN I USE YOUR REAL NAME?

I AM TO WORKED UP TO DO PROPER GRAMMAR! And I will not use my real name because....I'm.... mysterious.... DUN DUN DUUUNNNNN! *Add dramatic music here* 

Okay, drama queen. Have fun with that. But anyways, I can't call you Just A Girl every time I want to address you by name... I know! I'll just call you Agatha McWeenie! *Comment if you got the reference!*

Wow, that is an awful name. 

Blame Shannon Messenger and her unique (If not weird) ideas.

Okay....Anyways we need to wrap this up. So goodbye my beautiful people!

Aww, but I'm not done ranting! I like boring the audience with our strange, insulting conversations. WE should keep going! Or are you scared that I'll win? I bet you are, grandma.

OH NOOOOOOO YOU DIDN'T! 

OH  YESSSSSSSS I DID!

OHHHHH YOU ARE SOOOOOOOOOOO DEAD! 

You're adorable.

*Insert death stare* 

Guys, she's literally cracking her neck and knuckles... send help... I have angered Godzilla.

Well I should sign off now. Don't want any witnesses. Goodbye my beautiful people!

Uhhh... *Nervous gulp* I guess I should too... Bye my lovlies! (Please send help. I might not be alive by the end of the day).