Emma Black, sat on the floor of the large cemetary home that was holding her father's funeral today. Her hands brushed against the soft red carpet and her knees were pulled up to her chest. The eight year old's blonde hair was neatly put into two braids each tied with a pink ribbon that matched the pink dress she was wearing. Her bright blue eyes luckily weren't filled with tears anymore because people were starting to arrive to say their final prayers to the cold body of her father. Even worse for Emma was that today two girls that supposivly are her sisters would be coming to live with her. This had to be the worst day ever.

If these people were her sisters than why hadn't she ever met them? Why hadn't she ever heard of them? The questions filled her mind but she had no one to ask them to. Her father was gone, her mother had been gone for years. Now she was left with two strangers and she hated the idea.

Emma's fathers close friend walked over to her and he put his arm tightly around her body. "Em," He started but she kept her eyes fixed on the ground. "Your sisters are coming soon to bring you home. Why don't you go say bye to your dad?" He said. When Emma didn't response the tall, black haired man gently carried the small girl over to where her father lay still in his coffin. He placed her down infront of the body and walked back a few feet.

Emma's small hand lightly glided over her father's face. It was too cold, too hard. "I love you," She whispered before she quickly stood up and walked past the crowds of people coming in and onto the front lawn of the place. The sun was shining and it was hot, normal for a July day. She buried her face in her hands as she waited for the two people to come and ruin her young life. Or so she thought.